I like to collect fortune cookies and keep them, even if they aren’t mine.
I keep them in old scrapbooks from my teen years and childhood. I keep them in journals, both personal and writing and quote books. I put them up around my work space and my computer. When they become really ragged and torn up and I can’t read them anymore, I have to let them go. Really, the only ones that wear out are the ones that I keep around my computer.
I can’t remember when I first started saving them. I remember that when I graduated high school I got a fortune that told me I was going on a long vacation. My little sister thought it was hilarious. It then took me two years to get a job. Partially because I kept getting sick and partially because, all that senioritis that seniors in high school get? Yeah, that happened after I got my diploma.
I was sick a lot during high school as well, so I had to recover from pushing through it all in order to graduate in the first place, but that’s not part of the story. I couldn’t have done it alone, though.
Anyway, I love fortune cookies.
Lately the little Dove chocolates have been a little fortune cookie-y as well.
Several weeks ago, I was having a really bad day. Really, really bad day. So, naturally, my mom offers me a little Dove chocolate. Inside it tells me I need to relax.
Cheeky little chocolate.
Breathing In 