Lucky Dip

  One of the writing prompts at the masterclass yesterday was 'Lucky Dip'. It sort of summed up the day. I didn't exactly waste my money; I definitely plucked a few shiny treasures to bring home from the grab-bag but mostly I ended up with a pocketful of semi-useless but pleasantly diverting plastic trinkets. 

Anyway, my consciousness stream wasn't flowing especially creatively yesterday, and this topic somehow became glued in my imagination to Forrest Gump's mother's metaphor about Life as a box of chocolates. Which, in turn, prompted me to ponder what advice I would give myself about how to act when I find I have selected a mandarin cream. I don't love mandarin creams...See what I mean. My stream was more like a dribble of consciousness yesterday...  

So here's what I told myself:

Dear Wendy

When faced with the mandarin cream dilemma, as I see it, you have three possible choices. 

1: Just eat the damn thing. Without fuss. Without drama. Be a big girl. Suck it up.

2: Give it away. Offer it to someone else whose taste is different from yours. They might enjoy it.

3: Chuck it. No big deal. 

I do hope this approach will be helpful to you as you navigate the lucky dip of Life. And always remember there are only a few of those Turkish delights you so adore in every box of chocolates. 

Yours sincerely, 

Wendy

This morning, reading back over my scribblings, I decided that I'm going to take my own advice. 

My mantra for 2015 is going to be:

Choose it. Share it. Or piss it off. 

Now although I'm perfectly content with that mantra, there's always room for improvement. And I have no doubt there are plenty of Mrs Gumps out there and I'm equally sure there are more than three choices to be made. Help me out here. What's your approach to the lucky dip?