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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: Freedom
By Liz Miller


Word Count: 441

“Now, you know I respect you, but the problem is: You just don’t understand. I mean, how would you feel? Think about it. How would you feel if you were the only one?
I can barely summon any other thought with any kind of constancy. I open my eyes and I see yesterday. I close my eyes and I see yesterday. I regurgitate the memory of every word, of every glance; each moment survives in exquisitely perfect and painful recollection. As I re-live each detail, I am there. No, I’m not just remembering when I was there, I am there. There’s no past and there’s no present. There’s just me, living in yesterday’s discomfort.
How could I be so forgetful? So careless? I can only imagine what they’re thinking. What do you think they’re thinking?
All these years I’ve tried so hard. I’ve tried to ‘live the life’, to be the example. I’ve tried to be thoughtful. I’ve tried. Have I blown it all? Surely, a thing like yesterday won’t do too much harm, right? But, I don’t know. You just can’t know about these things. You just never know what people are thinking. What do you think they’re thinking?
After all, when I think about yesterday, I just…”
Finally, Jane’s therapist felt that she must interrupt, “Jane, Jane, it’s alright dear. Why don’t you just tell me what happened yesterday?”
Jane swallowed hard. She attempted to slow down her breathing. She twirled her hair around her index finger, as she often did while uncomfortable and said, “I forgot to bring the cookies.”
The therapist’s eyes briefly looked to the ceiling as though somehow, there in the tiles there would be some lucid explanation of Jane’s confession. “You…you forgot the cookies, Jane?”
“Yes,” Jane continued, “I forgot to bring the cookies to the company potluck and I was the only, single one to be neglectful. I just feel so embarrassed and so thoughtless.”
The therapist looked compassionately into Jane’s eyes and counseled softly, “Jane, we’re going to keep at this and you are going to experience spiritual freedom from your social anxiety, from your perfectionism and from your compulsive thought patterns. You are. We’re going to pray, but first let me share something that Paul had to say, ‘No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead.’ (Philippians 3:13, NLT) Jane, dear, there will be other days and other mistakes and other cookies to bake…and milk in the fridge to go with it. For today, let’s just be free.”
With that, they prayed.

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Marlene Austin02/15/08
It will help readers if you put an extra space between paragraphs. Nice glimpse into MC's feelings. :)
Yvonne Blake 02/15/08
Yes...forgotten cookies are certainly 'spilled milk'. Right on topic! An extra space between paragraphs helps the reader.
Keep writing.
nicole wian02/15/08
Really cute. That made me laugh out loud. Sometimes, I can relate to that! :)
D. Phenes02/18/08
This would be a great devotional, I would space it out as it was a difficult read.
David (The Goliath Assassin)02/25/08
Man, you really, REALLY dug into one of my poems and left a five-start critique, Liz! I think it only right that I come here and attempt the same for you. However, your article is so sweet and to-the-point that it's hard to highlight something thatisn't already prominently displayed. You are very organized in your craft. I think I'll copy a little and highlight the human nature you display with the patient. The winding of the hair around one's finger is quite a halmark of an overly-nervous personality-type. Spot-on! I enjoyed this.