While my posts for NaBloPoMo are based on the topic of things for which I am thankful, this particular entry isn't one of those. This is a story about munchkins, specifically - the last munchkin.
One of Gina's clients brought some munchkins in for the day-care kids this morning. Not a big box but far more than they could eat. Oddly enough, due to some sort of apparent genetic defect my otherwise perfect wife doesn't like donuts so sent the remainder to work with me.
Mmmm - Munchkins. The forgotten gem of the donut world. Little bite sized nuggets all chocolatey and glazed. I got to my office, made some fresh coffee and started eating them. Engrossed in my morning routine I grabbed them, one after another, until the box was empty.
Did I say empty?
Had I really eaten the last one?
I guess that was to be expected really - there were, after all, a finite number of them in the box.
The problem was that I didn't know that the last one was the last one - so when I went to get another, there were no more. Not only had I deprived myself of the miracle that is eating the last donut (or in this case, munchkin), but I then subjected myself to the terror of reaching into an empty box.
Two nightmarish events - and ones I could have avoided - had I just looked into the box.
My goal isn't to frighten but rather to hopefully have you learn from my mistakes. Remember, friends don't let friends get distracted and eat donuts.
SB
Don't be afraid to seek professional help, it isn't unusual for those who have experienced such a traumatic event to seek a good therapist.
I love munchkins, and I can't tell you the last time I've had one.
I kept count of them to make sure that I enjoyed the last one.
Thanks for the support Kelly - am glad that I am not alone in this (my brain is often a lonely place...)
SB