Blog, I just ate the most delicious sandwich. It had sour cream, tomato, pepper jack, brie, pastrami, all bunched between a fresh challah dinner roll. Encroyable.
I knew, even before I took my first bite, that it would be a delicious sandwich.
While I was gathering the materials for the sandwich, I suspected I was going to be making a good sandwich. But as the pieces started to come together, it became progressively more apparent to me what a treat I was creating for myself. Soon, my suspicions turned to absolute awareness. The first bite affirmed all of my previous thoughts.
I realized that everything in my life had been leading up to this moment, with this sandwich, in my hands.
GLORY! I thought, as I chewed the second bite.
I LOVE CHEESE! I mentally declared diving into the third bite.
Tomato. A wise decision. I congratulated myself on bite number four.
Now. The sandwich is gone.
I don’t really know what to do.