a friend commented on the part of my post in the perfect
day about when i look at a subway shop and remember
a really hard time....
she commented that she does that with the panera her
and i were having tea at when i got the call there...from
josh....that my dad had a stroke.
i remember meeting her there a long time afterwards,
and she was so sensitive about it. not sure i'd be okay
i go there all the time. it's the place i go to meet up
with people. never stopped even after that morning.
so when i read her comment, i wondered about that.
how come i don't think of that when i go in there?
i rarely ever do. how come i could go back so easily?
i was thinking it's cause i had gone there so much, other
things have happened there too. lots of life actually.
it really is my hang out place.
and then i thought of something.....
i hadn't even realized.
i drink tea there. a lot.
i have never once gotten the same kind of tea as
i had that morning.
i never thought of that until she commented.
i hadn't even consciously realized it.
i never want to drink that tea again.
amazing what things drive us that we don't even