Candy Bars

One of my favorite childhood memories is of a teacher I had in grade school. She was a well-loved faculty member who was known for her kind and gentle nature. To be perfectly honest, my favorite part of being in her class was the candy bars.

At the beginning of the school year, she had us write down our birthday and favorite candy bar. Because, as she announced that fateful August morning, she would give us a full-size candy bar of our choosing on our birthday.

The stakes were high. I ran through the list of candy bars that I loved. My mother was not one to buy us candy so this was my big chance to get a treat.

Caramel. Chocolate. Nougat. Nuts. No nuts. The possibilities was endless.

I eventually decided on a 3 Musketeers bar because, as I told my classmates, the mousse in the center reminded me of ice cream. It was the best of both worlds.

When my day finally came, I savored every last bite of that candy bar. I bit off the chocolate part of the bar and licked the mousse. My classmates teased me as it took me a good five minutes to finish my candy bar.

I shrugged them off. I had taken my time to  choose that candy bar and I wanted to make my choice last, meant to be enjoyed.

And just like that candy bar, I’m left wondering how many choices I should have made slower. Our culture moves like a microwave, swiftly making decisions. What would my life look like if I treated choices and decision-making like I did when I was young?

Even more than that, how is it that 7 year old me is so much wiser than me now?


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