the thing about pitting cherries is that you have to remember you’re creating a wound
the thing about pitting cherries is that you have to remember you're creating a wound
I'm sorry. it's true. my cherry pitter pushes an X into one side of the fruit and a messy, ragged exit wound out the other. and that's before I slice them in half. I think lately I've been forgetting I have to do that too--I can only undergo the change if I willingly subject myself to the pain of it. which is always the part that scares me the most, because sorry to whine, but I'm tired of subjecting myself to pain with no change. that's not the deal I made.
[your answer must include a explanation of the metaphor. make sure to show your work] right. of course. so the fruit is me and the cherry pitter is Life. of course.
Someone's been telling me a big decision is coming! for several months now and it must indeed be big if it's taking so long to find me. I keep feeling as if things will end soon and yet so far they haven't. I pulled the eight of cups last week and the slip of paper with it read the best is yet to come, and it cannot find you if you remain here. Promise? I am willing to undergo the pain. I have gotten my ears pierced nine times now. The secret is breathing out when the needle goes through.
