Sleeping On The Job! Hmmm . . .
Edward E. Felder, Jr. - MBA
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I’m in love!
But every night, every night, I go to bed alone and devastated!
I’d twist and turn – at the thought of quietly spooning.
I’d say, Eddie you’re stronger then you’ve ever been – don’t be an idiot, close the back window, you’re not sneaking out – just to sneak her back into your life.
The silhouette teased me every time I closed my eyes.
From a distance I'd hear, Eddie, she loves you, she loves you not, Eddie she loves you, she loves not!
No No No She does looooovvveeee you, Eddie.
It was an ugly game.
I was lying to me. I knew the signs. They all said – Eddie she’s no good! Check the fine print, they'd whisper.
I didn’t care – I didn’t need their blessings.
I ripped the sheets off – then violently sped off to find my chocolate lover. I ripped a U-turn, then sat in the middle of the intersection balling out crying – just 50 feet from where I knew she’d be.
It was 2:00 a.m. I was breaking all the rules. I didn’t call. But, I knew where she chilled.
Was she with another? Maybe!
I had the right to go for it, right???
What type of man would I be if I didn’t chase my dream, right???
The violent honking and noise from the messy neighbors quickly had me backpedaling!
I gave up!
I was embarrassed for me!
20 minutes later I was back where I started – in bed, frustrated, licking my lips.
I cringed at the thought of my chocolate lips – caressing a mouth full of Chunky Monkey - my favorite Ice Cream from Ben & Jerry!
Wait, what??? You thought I was talking about the Pumpkin Cheesecake flavor?
Nah!
The Chunky Monkey’s label said it all “the nuttiest chocolatey-chunkiest concoction-gone-bananas you'll ever go ape for.”
I see you twisting your lips. Expecting something salacious, right?
Okay, here’s a little tea.
I ain’t the only one with fake chocolate lovers and imaginary cravings!
Every night, every night you lust after the goodies on your vision board. Yeah, you do!
You fake twist and turn – then violently kick the sheets off.
You tell yourself, you tell anyone secretly listening that you’re going to live your truth!
You get up, race to your study, then vow you’ll stay up all night, and the next night and the night after, if that's all it takes to get a little chunky monkey, kick-start a business, land the perfect job, get summertime fine – you get my drift!
5 minutes, just 5 minutes into your all-nighter you rip a U-turn, and head back where you started – in bed, frustrated, licking your lips; vowing tomorrow will be the day.
Nothing about your action said it's 2:00 a.m.; I’m breaking all the rules. I’m grinding baby. I’m getting what I came for no matter what!
Nope, it’s just an ugly game of lying to yourself to impress yourself.
My desire or fantasy that night was Chunky Monkey.
The label “the nuttiest chocolatey-chunkiest concoction-gone-bananas you'll ever go ape for, says it all.
The question I ask you today, what does your label say about your efforts once it’s peeled back?
Will it say “you’re the nuttiest, most passionate diligent dream chaser ever” or “Herein lies a dreamer – buried in excuses”
I pray you share this post with a dreamer in need of a little motivation.
As for me, I finally went after my dream. I’ll be spooning the night away with Chunky Monkey! :) :) :)