Life is like a Candy Store

I was rolling around on the floor giggling this morning after pondering why the heck I'm so darn happy lately.  My husband thought I was off my rocker (and, well, I was! I usually sit in my rocking chair and read in the morning). 

Here's what I came up with.

I feel just like a kid again...a kid (with lots of allowance) in a huge candy store!

Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE chocolate like crazy!  Every person I see is like a big chocolate bar.   They are each delicious in their own way.  No matter what the wrapper looks like, they all have good and different stuff inside.

I just feel like ripping the wrappers off each one, deeply inhaling the beautiful chocolate smell, and then biting into them to see what they are really made of.  Special people that I love and care about are like the most exquisite, delicious (and my favourite) Belgian chocolate Zero bars, with a rich, smooth, creamy chocolate center.  Some are like the

dark chocolate Zero bar with the creamy milk chocolate centre, while others are like the milk chocolate Zero bar with the creamy milk chocolate centre. I prefer the dark chocolate ones, because I know that the people I love aren't sweet all the time, but sometimes have some bitterness to them. Quite ironic of course that the people I love and care about the most are Zero's!

And then, of course, there are those people who more closely resemble a Crispy Crunch bar...come on, admit it, you all know people like this. They can be kind of brittle, especially when you bite them...their response is to crunch and snap...it's their nature.  Of course, since they all have really good stuff inside, if you suck on them slowly, in

time they melt.

OK, I don't want to take this image too much farther because it's bordering on sexual harassment!   :-)

Every life event is like a different type and flavour of hard candy.  One event might be like a grape Jolly Rancher sucker, so delicious and pleasing that I savour the taste, never chewing it fast and ending its pleasure too quickly.  Another might be like a watermelon flavoured Jolly Rancher sucker (yuuuck!)  I accept that I blew my money, I don't torture myself over it or over the fact that I don't like that flavour.  I might take a few more licks just to see if maybe I could learn to like it, but if not, I just throw it straight into the garbage. (or sometimes I just give it to my kids...they eat anything as long as it has sugar in it!)

Maureen Voss

March 24, 2004