An Unmistakeable Journey

Every journey starts somewhere.

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What is it that makes us begin?

Perhaps a smile, or great despair?

Maybe, it's something you can't pin.

Every dream comes from someplace.

Why do we imagine within?

Is it hope for unending grace?

Maybe, it's something you can't pin.

Every hope dawns from something.

How do we find it in this din?

Concern of what future will bring?

Maybe, it's something you can't pin.

Every journey starts somewhere.

Maybe, it's something you can't pin.

In case you hadn't guessed it yet, I am a poet by nature. I speak horrid English, even though it is my first language. But whatever, thats not what brings me here. I may not have celiac disease. But I have gone gluten free, and in doing so I discovered an intolerance. Week one. That's how far I have gone without gluten in my life. I am a healthier, happier person. The new me is thrilled with how I feel.

But I am currently at a loss. We frequently visit family who have no gluten sensitivity. It is my husband's birthday this weekend. So he of course asked his mom to make pizza. I have no problem with him choosing this dinner, but how do I keep to my diet on this special occasion, and even still further, how do I not offend his family when I don't eat their food? I dont feel so awkward at my parents home, but his is a different story. And besides it is frickin PIZZA. I love pizza. But undoubtedly every part will contain gluten. And bringing my own food is weird....