PB&J: Metaphor for Life

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.

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