As for my current visitation into my new found pasture, I think I am committed to my choice but unconvinced that the green was worth the effort. I should have known. I had been here in this field before and been disappointed. I am being vague on purpose. The point of my story centers not on the details of my disappointment but rather on the fact that I looked once again to “somewhere else” for a better day; a softer easier path emotionally.
Scratch that rant. Bull. I chose money. I needed that green and I found it. The pasture was fertile and I am full up from the consumption of its bountiful nutrients. However, the repast does not come easily. Imagine eating a sumptuous meal that moved as you ate, or at times was eaten in total darkness and you fork and spoon went missing. Can you picture a steak turning into soup mid bite? I am indeed delighted with my field of plenty. I must admit to being exhausted by the effort of reaching and staying at the plate.
Yes, full turnabout. The trip over the next valley was immensely worthy the while. I made no mistake. I may have overestimated my ability to enjoy the meal.
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