This is possibly one of my best finds, ever.
I don't understand green Skittles. They taste the same way I imagine Lysol tastes when I smell it. The yellows aren't my favorite, either. But at least they don't taste like Lysol.
That's why I can always count on chocolate. No matter what else is thrown in to a piece of chocolate - caramel, nougat, nuts, rice crispies - I know it will all work out just fine because there's chocolate, too.
Don't even suggest chocolate-covered green Skittles, though. Who wants to ruin their chocolate with Lysol?
Speaking of chocolate, though - Toblerone was already some good stuff. Then they went and made their stuff even better. When I saw their newest bar on the shelf in its beautiful blue package (Crunchy Salted Almond, anyone?) there was no question as to whether or not I would buy it. The question was if it would stay in its wrapper before I made it to checkout!
The new self-checkout lines at our local Sam's Club are the best thing, ever. The only way to make them better is to allow you to pay with cash. I think they should implement that change immediately.
We had a really great discussion at church a couple of weeks ago on acceptance, including others, and judging. It has made me think a lot, every day since then. Because I am totally guilty of unfairly judging others. Not out loud, but in my head. I hate to admit that, but there you go. One of my big, huge weaknesses. It bothers me that I do it. So I've been trying to decide what it is that flips on the judging switch in my brain. I think I've got it figured out. I think that when others have something that I am lacking, something that I want or wish I had, I tend to judge them. Why? Is it because I am somehow elevating myself by bringing them down? I haven't figured out that part yet. But the good thing is that I'm aware I do it and I tend to stop myself now. I want to be better.
I have probably judged you at some time or another, and I am truly sorry. It probably just means there is something about you that is AWESOME. So own that.
Today I am feeling hopeless and uncontrollably emotional. I am in a daze. I am trying not to feel this way but I can't help it. I am one tiny voice in a sea of millions and this morning I realized how very alone that feels. I hate to admit it, but I'm very, very scared. And I'll leave it at that.
What is a mid-life crisis, exactly? I mean, I've heard of them. I'm just not sure how to define one. Is it when you start thinking that you can't wear R2-D2 t-shirts and Converse for the rest of your life? And is it that thought that you need to grow up or the sadness that envelops you when you realize it's probably true that causes it?
Is it something brought on by major, unexpected changes in your life - like the death of a dear friend? Or does it just creep up on you as you age, gradually building up in some recess of your brain until there's no more room to contain it and it slowly seeps out in the form of self-doubt and worry and fear?
I have no answers to these questions. And I don't suppose you do, either. But somehow it feels good to throw them out there.