Time and
time again
I pull out the box of plastic wrap,
each time,
hoping
that this time
will be the time
it clings to the bowl
and fulfills its promise to seal.
But each time,
it fails.
{sigh}
Just yesterday,
I carefully cradled the bowl
of spaghetti sauce,
holding my breath,
tip-toeing across the kitchen.
But pulling open the refrigerator door
jostles the bowl,
the sauce sloshes over the side,
splattering red into the fridge,
and onto the floor.
Of course, I was wearing white.
Other people make it work.
I see them on TV,
crisply tearing off a piece of plastic to cover leftovers,
their wrap happily gripping the sides of the bowl
to secure that food
for another day.
But in my kitchen,
it tears unevenly,
desperately clinging to everything in its path
until the moment I get it on the bowl,
where, like magic,
it goes limp,
stubbornly refusing
to cling to anything (even itself).
The promise of a seal again,
and again,
and again
unfulfilled.
I dismiss these failures,
sure that they are my fault,
and buy the plastic wrap
again,
and again,
and again,
each time,
hoping
that this time
will be the time
I can make it work.
But today,
standing in the grocery store,
watching my hand
reach for the plastic wrap,
I decide
to STOP.
I decide
to give myself permission
to believe in my
own experience.
I decide
to stop wasting my money on products
that do not work
for me.
I reclaim my hand and reach instead
for the sealing ziplock bags
so I can see
the yellow and blue
make a green seal.
And, for good measure,
throw in the Tupperware tubs,
so I can hear
the seal
as it is being made.
I feel relief,
and a smile sneaks onto my face.
This should not be revolutionary.
But for me,
it is.
Today,
I decide
to believe
in myself.
