slices

last week, my friend lou wrote about one’s life experience being like a pie, and how the people with whom we share our lives are like its slices. how big or small a slice they occupy depends on all kinds of factors but, ultimately, we choose our ingredients and their portion size.

your husband of 30 years is probably a bigger piece than, say, your next-door neighbour. the teacher who first inspired you to follow your dreams might be a heartier slice than the girl who used to tease you about your freckles. or not. who knows? your dog could make up a more sizable pie wedge than all your friends put together. and so on.

her post resonated with me because i’ve spent a lot of time pondering relationships lately.

weighing my slices.

examining how i’ve divided my pie.