Let’s say you’re on a diet. And you’re hungry. And someone places a bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of you. What happens? 9 times out of 10 you inhale that deliciousness. That’s what happens.
I had a conversation the other day about all the ways in which we, silly humans, act in ways that may not be in our best interest. And yet, we are compelled to do it anyway. Our selves within split apart and draw weapons on each other. Like divergent whispers from those powerful little forces over our shoulders.
It seems a very common phenomenon. And yet, when we observe it in others, we judge the behavior as if it’s shocking. As if it’s surprising. As if…
And when it’s you who divides inside and winds up licking the bowl, you freeze and panic. You internalize the judgement. As if everything you were before this moment no longer matters. Because, you believe, that one act defines you. Yesterday you were worthy, but now you suck. All because you dipped your spoon into the carton, and finished the pint.
You are human. You are hungry. Ice cream is delicious. Life is creamy and more complicated that just 32 flavors.
with sweet love, jrb