...gorge

I feast from life’s platter by literally wadding each day full and then chewing through it frantically trying to gulp down everything before I run out of breath. Modest and restrained are not part of my writing vocabulary.

I have become one of those persons who thirst for excitement, devour challenge, and gorge myself on new ideas, projects and people. And when it’s over, I will sigh deeply and then mop the plate and hope that my enthusiasm hasn’t left everyone around me nauseated.

Reality Bite: de gustibus non disputandum[1]

[1] There is no accounting for taste.