Truth

"Whatever satisfies the soul is truth" - Walt Whitman

This is my truth.

Roasting chicken breasts with olive oil and lemon juice and inadvertently falling asleep, only to wake up to the smell of roast chicken. Waking up before the sun rises to go to the gym because the evening is so back-to-back busy that bicep curls and pushups can only happen at 6am. Planning a week in advance to make pecan pies -- one basic, one with coconut flakes and chocolate -- for L's Thanksgiving dinner. Finally learning to cook the perfect steak. Hauling myself out of bed after only a few hours of sleep to run ten miles.. because I couldn't imagine not running. Calling M at 7am to discuss the merits of medium versus dark coffee roasts.

What's your truth?