I love ice cream. It's simple. I love it. I love the memories it evokes and I love the taste, and the coolness. There is nothing about ice cream that I do not love. Except that I sometimes love it too much. You see, when I get going on ice cream, there is no stopping me. If a pint is enough a quart is better. And let's do it again tomorrow night.
So, when I get the urge for some ice cream, a whole chorus kicks into gear in my head.
- "Your gut isn't as slim as it used to be."
- "Just eat some. You deserve it!"
- "There is a McDonalds 1.2 miles away. You can make the stop in less than five minutes. Just make the decision and get it done!"
- "Those Hot Fudge Sundae's are tiny. Go for it!"
- "What is it you are really wanting right now, Vince?"
- "Let's invite someone else to go with us and make it a social event!"
- "You know what happens when you have "just one". It's a week long binge! Careful now!"
There is a part of me that protects me from myself. Protects me from harm, hurt, vulnerability.
There is a part of me that says "go for it" and "let's connect" with some others along the way.
There is a part of me that wants to step back and assess what it is I really want and make a mature decision.
And, there is a part of me ready to kick into action and get it done.
Which means that it really isn't about the ice cream. It's about living in a place of ease and flow, managing the competition between the head and the heart, finding my soul. It's about getting clear on what I want and then acting from a place of maturity. It's about honoring desires while also managing risk.
Uh oh. Just spilled some ice cream on the keyboard.
Onward!
V
