While browsing a new book a thought dashed across my mind and I quickly speared it as a defining note about me. "I often feel like a chunk of Granola residing in a box labeled Oatmeal."
I wonder, have you ever experienced such a thought about yourself? I haven't decided whether this clearly identified awareness of my true self is good or bad. But it is. As I walked through the grocery store I noticed a myriad of varieties of Granola. So I am wondering; what sort of Granola am I?
Over the course of my life I have been put into, pressured into, invited into so many cereal boxes that I am known as an expert on boxes. After browsing via Google I am certain that I am Granola and not Cheerios, or any kind of flake (intended). It is unlikely that I will discover just the right box, thus I am on the outside looking in. Having spent a lot of time looking out from the inside, I do know that outside looking in is better.
I am not an outcast for a brief glance at the wide spectrum of good men and women who recommend my books shows that many cereals would invite me to cozy in their box. I am thankful for this, but no thanks. The Great Blonde said, "Larry, don't worry about it everyone knows Granola is mixed with a few nuts." What a girl.