I realized recently, after our latest vacation in fact, that I truly prefer eating with a smaller spoon, than a larger one. You’d think that as I got older I’d like a hefty spoon with which to consume my hefty man sized meals. But you’d be wrong. Turns out, years of conditioning is hard to break. Conditioning? You say. Why yes. As a child, right up until my mid to late teens I had a small soft palate. Thin but deep. Not enough room for teeth, and all that fun stuff. So I wore a contraption, namely a “bridge”, that with the help of a key would every two to three days widen my upper jaw/palete millimeter by millimeter over the course of two plus years. It was very unpleasant. And all before, and during that, if I ate with a larger sized spoon, as I was want to do as a child straining to grow up & be independent, I would more often than not wind up biting said spoon, hurting my teeth & jaw. Do that enough and eventually you smarten up and choose the small spoons to eat with, and now that has stuck with me. I absolutely prefer a smaller spoon. Metal, plastic, biodegradable mock wood, you name it. I’ll take the tea spoon over the table spoon any day of the year. A peculiar quirk of mine, no doubt. But atleast I can trace it back to why I prefer it. Some things are still a mystery to me. But on this particular item, I have a very clear picture/understanding of why I do what I do with regard to spoon choice for meals that require one.
I forgot to check but I think I am inside of ten days of reaching two (2) straight years of writing something every single day. I think I will try to save my book review for the day of my two year writing streak. I’m always interested in seeing what my yearly word count is. Won’t be anywhere near as high as in years previous where I was actively writing short stories of 1,500 words or more. Some of these posts have been but a mere couple sentences only. Rookie numbers! Got to pump those up. Way up.
In some ways I think the writing challenge has helped me out a bit by showing me what a jumbled communicator I am. And how often I make massive leaps along a train of thought, circle back sometimes to fill in the gaps, or jump about wildly again because I’ve said what I needed to say, no more, no less. Then off to another point or tangent, and on and on we go! So I have at least identified that about myself. That, and a constant need to rush. I have been trying to ease up on the sense of urgency. Not everything can by a five alarm fire, good way to burn out, and/or hurt yourself. Gotta be able to chill just a touch in regards to paid work. All that stress and urgency will give you an ulcer or a heart attack/stroke. Take the time required to do it right, not to do it on somebody else’s arbitrary deadline. But I digress.
Happy Tuesday. Tomorrow my eldest turns nine. Where did the time go. Seriously! Ciao Bella.
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