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You know those big boxes of Pop-Tarts? Where you get a few of the frosted cinnamon and brown sugar, a few of the frosted cherry, and a few of the strawberry with no frosting whatsoever? Life can be like that. Some days, some moments, some memories, have the frosting. Others don’t. In my households, both the one I grew up in and the one I am building up now, no one ever wanted to touch those unfrosted Pop-Tarts. They would sit in the cupboard, alone in the box, right next to the regular flavored packets of oatmeal in their own variety box.
When I was a child, there was always a reckoning. Mom wouldn’t buy another box of Pop-Tarts (or oatmeal) until the undesirable ones were consumed. Sometimes, we had to take care of three boxes at a time. Triple the amount of unfrosted Pop-Tarts to choke down. Made me re-think procrastination
As an adult, I either throw the unwanted pieces away, or refrain from buying...
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