Yesterday I was 324. I know what you are probably thinking: “So? What’s the point?” Please, read on… fight the urge to give up, and the point will be clear to us eventually.
As you read the proceeding words, keep this in mind: I mention something that’s seemingly so insignificant for a reason. A very good reason…
Here’s a hint: it is here. That hint isn’t helpful, I know. It is too ambiguous. Ambiguity leaves us feeling… uncomfortable, and we often have the urge to flee. For those who say no to this urge, however, there may be a reward.
Back to my number… that mere number… that not-so-uncommon-especially-as-of-late blood glucose reading.
Numbers in the 300s have become a common occurrence. This number in the 300s, however, was unique…. the singularity of this particular number is something that language fails to adequately grasp.
Words often fail us, and that which we’ve been struggling to express is left unsaid.
When I experience blood sugars like this I typically, out of habit, correct it. If other people are around and they do anything
annoying I’ll express my displeasure through my not-so-subtle tone of voice. Anyway… That’s beside the point.
Now, if you’ve managed to read your way through these meandering words you deserve a cookie for your patience. Patience is often a virtue. If you have given up, I’m sending you a sugar free cookie because sugar free food sucks and you’re a big meanie. :p
Back to our main point… whatever that may be.
Something stood out about this number in the 300s… this number in the 300s was different from the countless other similar one’s. This difference was there, but wasn’t fully present to me at first. All I could see were broad outlines.
By now, if you’re not exasperated and/or trying to figure out why I keep blathering on about a stupid number, you might be wonder “what made this number different?” The answer is: absolutely nothing made this number different. Yet, there was a difference.
Welcome to the land of apparently trite distinctions.
The difference was this: this number, although ordinary, had an extra-ordinary impact on me. I experienced it as something inspiring, and not as something merely mundane.
Now “back” to a main point: the Main Point is a lie. There are many points, but no Point. The point’s are what you appropriate from my blog post. You are free.
This blog post is life.
Life is strange. As our life takes its twists and turns, we are faced with many unexpected occurrences. There are moments of bewildernment, moments of exuberance, moments of inspiration, moments of dullness, etc. There are seemingly infinite possibilities.
What you choose to focus on, and how you choose to approach events both give your life a certain tinge and help influence the lessons we gain therefrom.
In life, what might be mundane for one person might me a source of great inspiration for another. Who are we do say for sure what is ordinary and what is extraordinary?
In our lives, the opinions of other people often act to circumscribe our interpretation of events – often times without us even noticing. In fact, the previous 3 paragraph (perhaps more), did just that.
Perhaps, in the end, that which was hidden from you in the very beginning will be unveiled.