As I sat outside at the open-air cafe chomping on jerk chicken salad and staring past the bust of Buddha in the middle of the bougainvillaea-filled entrance, I couldn't stop thinking about the power of choice. Not just because the custom salad I chose was chock full of savory chicken breast and within the parameters of my new weight loss plan to "get my dancer's body back". But staring back at me was a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses; a huge symbol of my past.
I woke up recently with an aversion to coffee. I have no idea what suddenly turned my taste buds against one of my all-time favorite vices. I wondered if that's what happened with my EX. Did he wake up one day, look at me and go "meh!". Because now I finally get it!
