Chocolate has a serious
obsession with me. Every time I look around, all I see is chocolate – chocolate
cookies, chocolate cake, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, chocolate chocolate!...argh.
It’s in my drawer, on my desk, by the coffee machine, in my purse, by the
laptop, in the fridge...I feel it is calling to me and laughing at me at the
same time.
I think chocolate’s obsession with
me started when I was a child when my parents introduced me to my very
chocolate snack (we all blame our parents, you know you do!) and my love-hate
relationship with chocolate started. This obsession carried me through the various
rites of passage of high school – the good grades, the bad grades, the gossip,
the tryouts for various sporting activities, the really hilarious but
unsuccessful attempts at cooking in home economics, thesis writing, PROM and
the big day - graduation (where we were not valedictorian and we didn’t want to
be but secretly we did). Oh chocolate, how you consoled me during those
turbulent years!
And then, came college. College.
Really, that word alone sends me back through the wormhole of time to moments
that were fun, tedious, stressful, blissful, happy, miserable, daunting,
painful and triumphant. I think that pretty much describes College. ‘Nough
said. Not enough chocolate to go around.
And then, reality sets it. The 9-5
job. The routine of commuting, working, working out, seeing friends, cleaning
house, cooking, watching tv, laundry - the sheer dreariness of finding out that
a 9-5 existence is tedious and boring and monotonous and [fill-in-the-blank-with-appropriate-adjective].
The days merged into weeks and the weeks merged into years. Thank goodness
there was chocolate!
Now, many years later, life is
flowing along nicely. There are still routines (some dull, some not so dull), passions
are pursued, time with friends are cherished, work is something you do between
9am-5pm so that you can do what you really want from 5pm-12am. Food is enjoyed
not rushed, music is listened to not criticized, yoga is used for meditative
purposes not just for gossip and laughs. Family time is cherished time. And, through it
all, my true friend and companion Chocolate, has stayed by my side and in my
desk and in the glove compartment and in the fridge and...
Oh, Chocolate! How you get me. Sometimes
I think I keep the chocolate industry in business all by myself. And I’m ok
with that.
Oh, look at the time! Please excuse
me. It’s time for my friend Chocolate and I to catch up.
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