Tonight let me share with you a visual that I carried with me in my mind’s eye all day. The visual was the memory of a real life event that occurred this morning and that was captured in my bathroom mirror.
As is true of most days, I was hurrying and trying to get down my last bite of oatmeal before I wrapped up my morning readiness ritual. I like my oatmeal thick like a gummy paste so it does not go down lightly, it actually takes considered effort. So, having barely swallowed the last clump of oatmeal it is but a hop, skip and a jump to teeth brushing and flossing.
It was during what can only be termed a moment of power flossing that I managed to dislodge a chunk of oatmeal that had gone undiscovered by my toothbrush. I didn’t realize the magnitude of the chunk until I quickly lifted the floss up and out out of my mouth and the oatmeal chunk flew up landing unceremoniously in my hair. I sat there for a long moment marveling at the size of the chunk in my hair and wondering why I even attempt to go out pretending I am a normal person. The visual, well…it was spectacular.
Before I took out the chunk I had a realization: every day I eat oatmeal, brush and power floss…how many of those days have I had oatmeal in my hair without realizing it? What a thought. It occurred to me that folks must wonder what the heck goes on in my house. So today, I soaked in the visual to remind myself that in my world it will always be something. Today I saw the oatmeal, tomorrow I may not. Such is the sheer magic of my life.
Day two hundred and forty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da