Fruit Salad Days

 Some days are big bowls of fruit salad. Some parts are sugary, some parts are bitter. There are pieces that are bright, colorful, and delicious. But you always find morsels that are mushy and make you want to spit them out. I had a fruit salad day today. Lots of different little parts to it and various in sweet and sour experiences. Fruit salad days are so exhausting that by the end of them you just lay there, feeling so full and tired that you can hardly move. But then you realize just how much you actually got done. Suddenly your food coma becomes nourishment and you are thankful for the choppiness of the day. Maybe I am loopy from this crazy 24 hours that has given my emotions whiplash, or maybe other people actually understand what I am talking about. Either way, no matter how much fruit salad I have on my plate, I know that by the end of the day I can always look back and be thankful for the sweet pieces and learn from the sour.