Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches never last long enough. I try so hard to savor them. I let each bite linger in my mouth a touch longer than I probably would with many other foods. I love the chewiness of the bread mixing with the stickiness of the peanut butter and the thin tartness of my blackberry jelly. I try to hold onto the flavor and texture as long as possible. I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and despite all my efforts to extend my enjoyment of them, they always seem to be gone too quickly.
Most of my life experiences I don’t even make much of an effort to savor despite their being far more significant than a PB&J. I let “the silly bed time” which involves tickling fights and hiding from the ever-present threat of Annapolitan bears under the covers with Ariella, pass me by as quickly as an exhaled breath. I let the feel of my stunning wife, Becky’s, hand slipping into mine as we walk down Main St. in Annapolis pass like the tide.
I keep a journal, but it’s more filled with rants than memories. This is not unexpected or a problem per se, but it seems a journal would help savor the moments of my life…at least in retrospect. The thing I need to learn and get better at is savoring the moment during the moment. I want to hold onto the special things I let slip through my fingers like I want to hold onto the taste and fulfillment of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I want those moments to consume me as I experience them rather than wave at me as they pass on the freeway while I subconsciously do long division on the side of the road.
It’s time to focus on moments.