You know that moment in time when everything stops—well, not literally. Not like it did when Lois Lane fell down the crack in the Earth and Superman used his supersonic speed to fly around the globe and erase time. More like it does it when you have an ah ha moment … like a profound understanding for something you never understood before but now … NOW … it’s all clear.
Not all that long ago, I had one of those eye opening, breakthrough moments where I stopped and wanted to ask quite plainly, “Why the hell didn’t someone tell me this before?!” Alas, as it turns out, my brain has been channeling Superman for the last half hour, reversing time, going back and well … wouldn’t you know it … to something someone had tried to tell me once before. (I just wasn’t ready to listen, yet.)
The particulars of my breakthrough moment matters not, but for the sake of making my point, I’ll just say it’s akin to being told the stove is hot before you understand what hot means … because if you don’t know what hot means, why on Earth would you forego touching the stove?
And so, now the biggest challenge staring me in the face isn’t my failure to comprehend what “hot” means, but rather what I should do with the knowledge … do I touch the “stove” anyway? Do I create a safe barrier with a “potholder” before touching the stove? Truthfully, neither of those options seem appropriate nor do they appeal to me in the slightest … still, I have to do more than just turn the stove off … but I can’t ignore it either. I know, I know. Enough with the metaphors … sorry, I can’t help myself—it’s how I think … so, for now, I think I’ll soak my hand in cold water for a few minutes and then try and touch the stove again—at least then I won’t feel the burn.
Cover image created with Google AI … I mean you didn’t think I’d actually pose for a picture of me touching a hot stove, did you?
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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