Sloppy Soup

They say a short memory is a blessing.

I feel blessed and cursed to have such a long, vivid memory. I always wanted to just keep the good and forget the bad.

But the brain is hot pot of chemicals and ingredients all sloshing together. All the memories, good and bad, bitter and sweet, cooking down and bubbling up to one tasty, rich soup of love.

That doesn’t mean you won’t have a messy kitchen from time to time. Enter at your own risk. The recipes are lessons to keep and learn and develop.

Splattered or not, enjoy your soup. Soup is medicine.

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