Every time I buy popsicles (which just happens to be every time we run out, which just happens to be every week…) the only color left is grape. It doesn’t matter what brand they are, what shape or who the person choosing the color is. Grape inevitably remains left unscathed.
But what about when I buy actual grapes? They stay un-eaten approximately 1/2 of a day. Red/green or even recently I bought purple. (They were quite delectable if I do say so myself.) And so it begs the question…”Why leave the grape sicles??”
I believe I may know why. They are mis-represented. A facade. Wolves in sheep’s clothing. There is nothing “grape” tasting about them at all. And so we feel let down, even taken advantage of…yet…when all the other colors are gone, we go for the grape… because there is no other choice. And we find out it is not a mistake. That it is still refreshing, it still curbs our appetite for a popsicle and gets the job done.
So maybe it wasn’t our first choice. But perhaps it should be? Why do I sit in the same spot at church? Because it never lets me down. But would another seat serve the same purpose? Even a new seat every week? What? You mean a variety?? But that would force me to remove myself from my“comfort zone.” But who knows who I may meet or what might happen if I did??
As I went to take the photo of all the grape popsicles…I found an orange one that had gotten overlooked, hidden under a bag of frozen corn. So I took the orange one…even though I knew I was writing about the grape ones. Why? Because we are creatures of habits. We live in the hum-drum, comfortable, same ol’ mundane routine.
I’ve been trying to incorporate “change it up” for a few months now. It hasn’t went over very well. I even took a different road getting to Zumba the other day. My neighbor who rides with me looked at me like I was a lunatic when I told her I was trying to “change it up a bit.”
This weekend when my cousins and I were in Branson we said we were going to do a few things different. Did we? NO. We should have ridden those segways..and we should have went on the zip line. Now I regret that we didn’t. And now I regret that I ate the orange popsicle and not the grape one.
Creatures of habit….good or bad?? You tell me. I’m confused.
Oh, and by the way…I am fully aware that this post rates right up there with… “She has completely lost her mind!”