I love chocolate. anyone who knows me, knows this.
so last night I had the most clear dream that I have had in some time.
and it all boiled down to the perfect chocolate lake.
I dreamed I was in a workshop with one of my book club chickee’s sister.
the concept of the workshop was to create a vanilla ice cream sculpture. that’s it. no rules. my friend’s sister and I were paired up. but each had to come up with our own concept.
I started out by rolling vanilla balls of ice cream. you know. a vanilla sculpture. and, already I was concerned with how I was going to keep them in perfect form.
ice cream melts.
after spooling nine balls together they started slipping and sliding against each other. it was a cold sloppy mess.
so I decided to change things up when I notice a former teacher directing the event in the background; the teacher who wouldn’t refund me my money last year when I bailed out after two sessions from four. when I got sick. come on, no sympathy refund for the final two sessions?
no refund policy. no refund policy.
oooh…bitter was I! was I going to show her!
so I decided to make the best d*mn ice cream sculpture that ever existed.
and so I did.
we were ‘allowed’ to add chocolate to our vanilla.
and so I did. and kept stirring and stirring.
until i had a silky lake of shiny chocolate in my bowl.
I was going to win! I knew it!
it was beautiful! stunning. everyone was oohing and aww-ing.
but wait…it still wasn’t perfect. in my mind.
so I kept mucking with it. and turning the ice cream soup over and over.
until it was that. utter muck.
soooo disappointed. defeated.
message quite clear:
don’t mess with something that is already perfect.
really that obvious?
was I more disappointed by the answer in my dream?
or in my waking state.