… or something like that.
Last night around 9:44pm eastern standard time, I ate my last Chipotle meal of this 30 day adventure thus proving that I could love. I threw my arms up in exhilaration (as seen above). Then as the clock struck 12 midnight, I began to consume the pre-prepared peanut butter sandwich that I had been craving for so long. Emotions were high and it felt great.
But as I sit here at my desk, I am not quite as ecstatic as one may think. I got really attached to Chipotle over the past 30 days. And even though I am really excited about venturing back out into the world of food, there is a part of me that really enjoyed knowing what I was coming home to every night. I enjoyed a life filled with consistency, a consistency that shielded me from the unknown cold world of the Trader Joe’s food aisle. There is something to be said about not having to think about a certain level of your life. You feel secure.
But naahhhhhhhhhh, that’s NOT for me. It’s time to get back out there and explore. My palate needs some series expansion and the world is it’s oyster. Let the taste testing begin!!!!
