I'm not going to go into great detail on this here because I need to sleep soon. But I'm going to get it off my chest before laying down for the night. Maybe I'm the only one ...
I was reading the CNN website last night and found 
Today, I decided to eat a piece of cheese. This was special cheese. It was going to be the first thing I put in my mouth for the day. It came in a very fancy plastic container that would self-seal and keep the cheese inside from turning into a greasy shingle.
I grabbed the cheese package and lifted up on the tab that would pop open the lid. The lid didn’t budge. I changed my grip and pulled on the tab again. Still stuck.
Then, I looked at how I was holding the package. I saw my non-tab-pulling hand holding down another tab that was joined to the lid. While I’d been pulling like the dickens at the tab, I was holding the lid closed with my other hand. I was getting in my own way of getting to the cheese.
I couldn’t help but laugh. How many times do we pull and pull on the tab of enlightenment sticking out when we’re hungry and we can see the cheese beckoning to us from inside the carton? And how many times are we also the hand holding the lid stuck, working against ourselves, getting upset?
The secret to getting the cheese: give up the death grip. Let go. Laugh. Pull tab. Giggle while eating cheese.
Photo by Ayngelina (via Flickr).
Heartsong (heartsongshymnal.blogspot.com) |
Sunday, 18th October 2009 at 8:59 PM