Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Chocolate



Everyone has these moments… times when our attention gets dragged away from what we are supposed to be doing and placed on to an event that consumes our consciousness.

There we were sitting in a meeting. Seven of us around a table in a cafeteria talking about the work on each of plates, discussing issues and working through dilemmas when it just happened. I looked up and for a few moments, I was lost… gone…..

It all started with a piece of chocolate and a boy. A boy whose face (and body) are perfectly formed; lips that couldn’t have been more full, more ideal even if they were created by the best plastic surgeon in LA or Rio. It was an innocent gesture that turned hypnotic.

He reached out and grabbed a piece of chocolate and the unwrapping distracted me from the meeting. I watched him eat it. Watched as it crossed his perfect lips and he gently moved it around his mouth; allowing it to slowly melt. Sucking gently, I watched as he moved that single piece around with his tongue. Stared as his eyes slightly dilated and he was no more in that meeting than I was. For the life of me I couldn’t stop watching; I couldn’t bring myself back from the captivation. In those few moments I, mentally, crossed any HR border that exists. I put myself in the place of that piece of chocolate and dreamt away. The reality couldn’t have been better than what I imagined.

A moments vacation at the most boring of times… all from a piece of chocolate that I didn’t even eat…Someone remind me to write a thank you note to Cadbury one day.

No excuses

I’ve sat down a hundred times to write again. I’ve tried to allow my thoughts to flow from my head through my hands and onto the screen, but each time something doesn’t work. The thoughts get stuck, the feelings interrupted and my desire to speak out goes un-acted upon. It seems to be a trend. My actions don’t always live up to the expectations of my desires.