Where did Friday go? Yesterday came and went without a donut missive. For the first time in a long time, no silly snippets, random ramblings or profound pondering. Not for lack of ideas. It just happened. The culprit: unanticipated travel delays and work got in the way.
If you failed to notice, no worries, you're in good company. If you think about it, makes sense. While an email in your inbox or post in your feed calls for attention, its absence amidst a busy day is easily missed. Out of sight, out of mind. The good news: I was able to get a donut at the airport and I had started a draft before the day got away from me. So, without further ado, here's yesterday's post (completed):
Friends,
How literal are you? I have a propensity to interpret things too literally. As a child, when I heard my sister broke her head, I imagined her skull cracked open, brain exposed to the elements; not the small cut she actually had. When relatives told me of their boat trip under the Niagara Falls, I remember wondering how the boat didn't sink with the entire St. Lawrence river beating down on it (and how a rain poncho could ever be sufficient to hold back the battering water falling in sufficient volume to pin you to the deck). The boat's name, the Maid of the Mist, should have been a clue that it does not literally go under the falls. Over the years I have come to realize that language is often imprecise -- sometimes intentionally so. Analogies, metaphors and idioms are not lies but can unintentionally mislead the reader. And, as it's taken me years to realize, that's OK. That's how a baker's "dozen" can have thirteen donuts. And that's OK too.
Happy Friday!
Literally huge!
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