From The Storyteller
July 17, 2017, "Honey"
Honey on a slice Wonder Bread was just about the greatest after school snack I could have. Honey on a scoop of vanilla ice cream – another home run. Honey was not a regular item in the Hinchcliff household so it didn’t last long when it arrived.
Adulthood found honey dropping to the bottom of my shopping list. Things like toilet paper and hamburger just seemed to be more important. Over time I read about how honey was good for our health. It still didn’t push toilet paper off the list, but I indulged more often.
Flash – honey is sticky, and I really hate having sticky fingers. While I have tried every trick in the book, I always come away with sticky fingers. I can open a new bottle, carefully pour some out, screw the lid back on – and I still end up with sticky fingers. This has not prevented my consumption of honey – I have just learned to accept it, deal with it, and go on.
My ability to resolve this love-hate relationship came out of a conversation I had with an old sailor. We were talking about sailing and the uncertainty of weather. You try to sail in fair winds, but at times the weather guy just doesn’t get it right. Strong winds and large waves can make for a really unpleasant trip. His words stuck to me like honey - “Life is sticky out there (nodding toward the ocean) and over there (nodding toward the land). One way or another your gonna get sticky, so you might as well get sticky doing what you like.”
Took his advice - sailed in all kinds of weather and eat honey regularly.
Moral – Life is sticky so you might as well get sticky doing what you like.