I’ll brief coz I should be sleeping right now…
The Tofu Years describes how my first phase of life has become to be known as a piece of tofu, a bland food staple like a blank canvas that comes alive once colored by the flavors of other foods that it surrounds it. Lately, life has been that piece of tofu-a struggle to always having to blend in to the point of almost disappearing save for it’s unique texture.
On the positive side, tofu is very versatile, lending itself to become malleable to the different ways that it can be prepared. In that, it has it’s strengths.
Outside of this metaphor, I realize now that I have for so long tried to fit in & be invisible at the same time appreciating my inner strengths that make me useful.
I wonder what will the next phase be like?
How would you describe the most recent years of your life?
