Something in the darkness behind the toilet...

I walked into my bathroom this morning, all bleery eyed and unawake. I made my way to the toilet and as I turned to sit down, I caught sight of something dark...an object...behind my toilet. As I sat there, I pondered what it could be. I was afraid to know, but intrigued at the same time. After finishing, eyes still unfocused, I bent down to take a closer look. I couldn't quite make it out. So, the only way to really figure out what it was, was to reach back there, pull it out and look at it. So, that is just what I did. You wanna know what it was? Answer: A 3/4 eaten, dried up, crusty piece of English Muffin. Why? How? Who? I threw it in the trash can. As I washed my hands, I shook my head. It's another day.

I realize this is a metaphore for life. When you are afraid of what is in the dark, reach down and pull it into the light. You find out it is just a dried up crusty English muffin and you are no longer afraid. You are entertained. My metaphore falls short of finding out how it got there in the first place. Not ready for that part yet...too scary.

I am listening to U2 the Joshua Tree and painting my sons' room. I am remembering art school, my walkman, writing poetry, riding the bus, my boyfriend then (who is now my husband - who'd have thought it?), self discovery, that feeling of always being on the edge of something big, fear and fascination, new and old at the same time...ah...sing it Bono.