When there’s no chips in your chocolate chip ice cream
It’s a funny story, that should scare you to the bone.
I go to this place for lunch on Saturdays.
It’s my friend’s place, so I don’t exactly get to order what they make.
It’s always a delicious organic salad, with sauerkraut, shredded carrots, hemp seeds, and a big pile of chicken salad hidden in the center. Sprinkled with vinegar.
It’s all surrounded by 5 ritz-like crackers.
I eat my way around the center, and then put the chicken salad on the crackers at the end.
The last two times I’ve been there, in the center, I found just a few grains of rice.
Immediate disappointment set in, both times.
I couldn’t wait for that chicken salad, and then it never showed up.
Look carefully at what happened.
It’s the same story hiding underneath every disappointment.
The same taking things for granted that leaves us wondering if there’s anything more to life.
While I ate that chickenless salad and made myself present to the facts of the situation, something Dauned on me.
I was eating a damned good salad!
It had nothing to do with any other salads or any other meals.
It tasted great.
I felt satisfied after eating it.
So great that I went to get myself some vanilla chocolate chip ice cream.
Got it all the way home.
Opened that beautiful pint up.
And took a bite.
No chips.
Took another bite.
No chips.
Examined the container for evidence of the chips.
“Vanilla Chocolate Chip”
I wasn’t wrong.
Thought to myself “must’ve melted and they all sunk to the bottom. I’ll find them.”
Kept going.
Not a single chip in that whole pint.
And I remembered my salad.
And enjoyed the best pint of chocolate chipless ice cream I’ve ever had.
Plus a few belly laughs.
Reality isn’t always what it seems, and I can show you how to see through it, all the way to your own celebration.
If you’ve been waiting, now’s the time to get started on that new life of yours.
Let’s do it:
