My friends have emailed and asked for new posts and while I can't even blame it on writer's block, I've simply not found a free moment to write. Today, as my "To Do" list grew ridiculously large and I realized there was no way to accomplish everything that needed to be done, I turned to my old friend.... food. I wandered down the hall for a clandestine meeting with the vending machine. I knew this was shaky ground and that nothing good could come of this, but as I eyed the dangling product promising happiness and short lived satisfaction, I connected with E5, the extra large honeybun.
I dropped in four quarters and nothing happened. At second glance, I realized I needed an extra quarter. I fed more money to the machine and after a few seconds, the prized pastry fell to the drawer below. I fished out my treat only to discover that it was already open and had expired two weeks earlier. Now, after a week of disappointment in myself and others, I was in need of something good. A simply vending product was all I wanted. I paid the fee. I waited patiently and yet, once again, the end result was a broken promise and empty pockets.
Perhaps this was the moment that I slipped quietly into madness because a few moments later I could be found standing on a chair binding the stale pastry to the vending machine with packing tape, securing the wrong for all to see. The large sign I attached that read "You owe me $1.25, Room 100" made it clear to all that not only did I fail to enjoy my vending snack, but I was also in need of a vacation or perhaps a therapist.
So, tonight I will relax so that tomorrow I may clear my mind and write. I will try to avoid looking for answers in vending machines and will return to finding the joy in the small and ordinary things that make a life complete.