Musing on fortunate cookies.
I just found a fortune cookie slip on my desk.
Do you save them?
I don’t save every one but every now and then when I crack open the shell — the message inside is so great,
so what I want to happen, so what I want to believe about myself — I keep them in a coffee cup to pull out and read when every self-doubt in the world is crashing in.
The one I just found massages one of my inner most needs.
I read it agin and thought “Yes” that’s it exactly.
Glad someone in this cruel world gets me.
I’m flippn’ nuts.
Don’t tell my husband. I don’t think he knows about this fortune cookie thing.
Not that he would be surprised.
Now I have to go clean out the coffee cup.
Then my life shall be as an open book to you. Bet yur having second thoughts.