The Fortune

I just had the bestttt spicy tuna roll.

I was so hungry and tired from the gym, but I was in fresh pjs and had been hanging with my cousin, holding off my hunger. When I got home, I ordered for my mom and I, and it came so fast.

The sushi was the best I’ve had. I didn’t even need soy sauce. The tuna was refreshing with a smidgen of crunch, and the rice and seaweed blended so well. Everything felt salty yet sweet. It was so good, wow.

The beef and broccoli, however, was not something I could find a way to eat. I tried it anyway, then gave up and put it in the fridge.

After a bite of grilled chicken and calling myself done, I made some tea and headed toward the stairs.

I had the courage, the courage. To. Not. Sweet. Treat.

But then my mom said, “Open up your fortune cookie,” so I did.

“Create your own definition of success; it’s personal.”

That was my fortune.

So now, I’m going to analyze that fortune for the next few days, trying to figure out what that even means.

With Danger & Grace,

— Girl Hazard