Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Heavenly Yogurt, Hellish Fruit.

When I was a kid I used to spend hours staring at dust in sun rays when I wasn't licking the frost off windows.  The dust fascinated me. I would imagine the dust specs were galaxies floating around me.  When I violently swatted at the dust I felt like I was playing God to the puny beings in my universe. I was a vengeful God! I forgot about this role playing I would do until recently when I was eating yogurt.

Now that I'm an adult with 3 kids, playing God and crushing minions in my mighty grasp is an everyday thing.  Not a day goes by that I'm not ruling over my spawn.  Some days I need a break from playing God though. That is when I rest. Usually 6 days of toiling is all I have in me and I rest on the 7th day to gather more strength. On my 7th day I eat my yogurt in peace. 

Sitting in solitude with my yogurt, I take the time to reflect back on my life.  I think about the choices I've made and what choices I can make to enrich my children's lives. Isn't that what being a parent is all about, making the future a better place to live for all? Swirling my yogurt around and around helps me think. I now understand why galaxies and planets revolve.

I only eat yogurt with fruit on the bottom. To me the yogurt with fruit on the bottom is like heaven and hell. On top you have heaven and on bottom is hell. I know you've eaten fruit on the bottom yogurt and realized this. After all, fruit on the bottom was invented to help people discover heaven and hell. True fact!

I feel heaven and hell shouldn't be separate and that is where Earth comes in.  To really get an understanding of why we are placed on Earth, we have to acknowledged fruit on the bottom yogurt. It's that fine line between the fruit and yogurt that we live. It is where we decide to be good or bad. How ever you choose to live your life is your business, but be careful thrusting your way into the yogurt.

I dare not just dive straight to the bottom to eat all the sweet fruit without tasting the tart yogurt. That would be idiotic! The fruit is so sinful and will make me gag on the sweetness alone. But ignoring the fruit and just scooping a spoonful of yogurt, is bland and boring. I'll live a little and dip a little deeper into the fruit until I find where I'm comfortable. I've noticed a changed how deep I really want to dip my spoon. I need to think more about my yogurt.

As I get older and wiser, I do want more heavenly yogurt and less fruit. The sweetness of the fruit upsets my stomach and is hell on my bowels. This change wasn't an over night thing, it's been a gradual change. My taste for the wild side is diminishing and I find myself being more gentle with life.

I spend more time with my yogurt. I don't  jam my spoon in the yogurt cup, splashing the contents over the edge, impatiently mixing it to devour the contents. I'm more thoughtful of the contents. Spilling a tiny drop over the edge could off balance the whole taste of the yogurt.  I want that perfect blend that was intended for me when I bought it. Too much of one or the other can be catastrophic.

I find myself sitting at the window with my eyes closed as the sun warms my face. I don't need to look upon my dust galaxies anymore. I know in my heart everything will be fine and there is no need to play God anymore. As I sit resting with my yogurt and my kids screaming downstairs as they beat the crap out of each other, everything is going to turn out great in the end.

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