Ever have it where walking away is the only thing to do? and only to save yourself? I have to and it isn’t fun or funny or anything else but awful. Pretty sure this is the best analogy: So some little kid wants a cookie but mom says no. O.k. so instead he goes into the kitchen and stands by the counter waiting so he can see it and smell it and probably feel the warmth radiating off the cookie sheet, but he can’t touch it or eat it. Pure torture right?? RIGHT- who does that? This little kid. The smell, taste and warmth are doing more harm than good so the little kid better get his ass out of the kitchen.
It’s time for me to exit as well. I’m walking away to find a better something or other. Not sure where it’s at but I’ll find it I swear. I’m going to walk into someone else’s kitchen where it’s ALL fair game.
There’s my analogy for the day….
