🍫 Another box of chocolates

Published about 1 year ago • 1 min read

My brain, like my other body parts, needs to exercise. So, I set up little challenges to keep it limber and lithe (wish I did the same for my solar plexus).

While wallowing in the pool yesterday morning, musing about Forest Gump, I gave the old necktop computer the following challenge:

Come up with ten more ways life is like a box of chocolates.

Ever the overachiever, my brain came up with a round dozen.

You don’t want it to end.
It’s meant to be shared.
If you wait too long to enjoy it, it will get stale and dry.
You discover new favorites by sampling all options.
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t.
You miss out if you count every calorie.
Take too long to choose, and someone else might grab your favorite.
You can decide to go sweet or dark and bitter.
It’s better when you slow down.
Everyone has different favorites.
If you don't like your choice, you can always go back and pick another.
When it’s over, you wish you’d savored it more.

Want to edit or add to my list of ideas? Just reply to this email.

See’s the day.

Your pal,

Danny

P.S. my brain is exhausted after all this thinking and slept in late. Hence the slight tardiness of this email. I am now awake and ready to eat a milk caramel pattie. Or maybe a pecan roll. No, a vanilla nut caramel …

P.P.S. this is getting silly.

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