The Good Part

I occasionally find myself waiting for “the good part”.

When I watch movies that I know are mediocre, I’m always waiting for “the good part”.

When I order a dish at a restaurant that sounded good on the menu doesn’t look all that appealing when it hits the table, I always keep eating bite after bite hoping to get to “the good part”.

As I wade through the murky waters that make up my 20-something existence, I’m waiting til I get to “the good part”.

But something struck me.   This is the good part.

Check it out:

Gorgeous art smack dab in the middle of the city.

Not to mention shady parks.

What’s that?  A rockin’ beach .5 miles from my apartment??  No argument here!

A feta, spinach and egg breakfast sandwich on a sesame bagel alongside home fries and a big ol’ chunk of watermelon from Meli Cafe.  Oh, ok, twist my arm. 😉

Cheese makes me happy.

So do carbs.

Mascarpone stuffed french toast with strawberries for the table to share- just for kicks.

Oh, and a shout out to the awesome staff at Erie Cafe for making the boyfriend and me feel like VIP’s last night.  Hi, EJ!

Life’s pretty good.

I just needed to remind myself of that. 🙂

6 thoughts on “The Good Part

  1. I’m pretty sure every bite of that stuffed french toast is “the good part!”

  2. Love the art in the city pic! I love the one of the french toast even more! Just for me, not to share…get your own! Great job, Megan! Keep us posted on “the good parts”.

  3. You’re so right! I do this too! It’s hard not to when things seem crazy, or not at all how you WANT them to be, but yeah, usually when you stop to take a look around you realize there are lots of “good parts.” I need to realize that more often! I think appreciating the small things along the way will help you to stay positive and to achieve the bigger things you want 🙂

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