I don't like middles.

I don't like middles. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that at one time I considered myself an Oreo--you know, white in the middle, but Black on the outside.

I don't think that anymore. I'm black on the inside and Black on the outside. From top to bottom and I make me happy.

It only took 26 years.

I went into Kroger today and succumbed to the cookie aisle. I bought these:

And now all that's left is this:

Middles.

Somehow I convinced myself that I could eat twice as many sandwich cookies if I just scraped away the middles. 

But sitting here looking at the middles of these cookies makes me recollect on my identity crises over the past 26 years.  I've matured. I've grown. I still have growing and maturing to do. 

I'm almost there. 

Peace