notes of jubilee

Okay, I realize that this is a very small joy indeed, but I'm gonna share anyway.

I have never really gotten into lemon flavored anything. I always refuse a lemon wedge in restaurants. I would accept a lemon bar on the occasion that it was offered to me. I mean, really, who could refuse all that powdered sugar?

But, lemons in general, ick. Or as Whirling Dervish would say, "Gross! Yuck! Pa-tooey!" My sentiments exactly.

I have recently been very careful about my water intake.

A) I am taking medication that makes me thirsty

and

2) I want to be more health conscious.

In fact, I rarely drink anything else until I get my 64oz of water for the day. But, between being waterlogged and missing my tea and Coke, I was having a difficult time choking down the last 16 oz or so of water each day. I mentioned it to a friend via Twitter and she suggested lemon. My first reaction was, "Um, no, but thanks anyway."

Then I got desperate. I remembered a lesson that I was taught long ago: Most people do not change until the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of the change itself. It's a big lesson for such a small situation, but it still holds true. And did I mention I was desperate? I was. Desperate.

I decided to try a bit of lemon juice in my water after all. And I actually liked it! Here I am, well into my 30s and I am just discovering my affinity for a squeeze of lemon juice. A small miracle, indeed, but I'll take it!

With a twist of lemon, please.