The Pain and The Pleasure

I bit into a lemon wedge today. Frowned and squinted, tears welled in my eyes cuz the acidic juice made my jaw lock up tight.
Lemon juice is so refreshing.

My Steve Madden’s with the toe out and the little ruffle over the middle of the foot, are so high, they make me feel like I’m perpetually walking downhill. I have to make an effort to consciously walk upright and take small steps, like on stilts. I can only take a few hours of it before my feet scream, but they’re SOoooo pretty.
They make me smile.

Worked out this morning. Arms feel like limp noodles. Coffee splashing over the sides of the rim when I lift the pot from the counter cuz it feels like a 20 pound dumbbell. But just last night my friend remarked that I look really strong, I was pleased.
As the saying goes…no pain, no gain.

The illustrations are to say that in our western culture we want to extract every drop of pleasure out of an experience while managing to avoid the pain. I say “we” to be politically correct, but truth be told, I’ve come to understand the sum of my soul’s desire.

Is an experience worth having if you don’t feel the fullness of it? I say a sure NO. I know that emotion is felt most intensely when you put all of your being in and savor the bad with the good. And ... if at the end of it all ... molasses runs out of the tip of the blade that stabbed me … I’ll smile every time I touch the scar.

Bisous!