My father, from what I can remember, started out using waxed paper…

After that it was probably Saran Wrap…then sandwich bags…then when technology was really getting warmed up, he probably had some Ziploc bags that he could put his sandwich in.

I put my sandwiches into faux Tupperware containers…and use these containers again and again.

I do wash them in between uses, though.

I write sometimes about spontaneity and creativity and really living life… but I make the same sandwich every morning that I’m heading off to work, and put it in the same type of container…so I wonder if it’s not really just blowing smoke sometimes to write about that stuff.

Maybe I’m just trying to convince myself that it’s time to “step up…and step out”? It’s hard to say.

Anyway…I think that this sandwich system is working pretty well for me.  I don’t know what I could do better.

I’ve got this sandwich stuff pegged after this many days in a row of doing things exactly the same.

What I was thinking about this morning was how sometimes I can get so paralyzed by wondering what’s the best way to “wrap the sandwich” that I never even make the sandwich.

I don’t “make the sandwich” because I’m so tied up with thinking about how all this stuff is going to end that I never even get the peanut butter and bread together.

That’s kind of weird.

Weird to suppose that I’m ever going to have any handle on how things are going to end up…weird to think that if I get all of my sandwich preparation down “just right” that I’m going to have anything worth wrapping anyway.

Now, I can make a sandwich…and I can put it in my “faux Tupperware” container…just fine. It’s a no-brainer to do that. I can…and do, sometimes…do it in my sleep. That’s why I do the same thing every morning…it’s easy. It’s not gourmet eating to wolf down a peanut butter sandwich on the route. It’s just maintenance eating….so I don’t agonize over my sandwich making.

But if I could turn the corner with this clumsy metaphor, I can say with all honesty that I’ve spent too much time “mulling over” and not acting.

David Wilcox has a song on a live album that he released a while back that has the line “worried about the darkness in the morning…”

That’s a great line…and something that I’m pretty good at.

David Wilcox “Cold”

I’m not going to get this thing called “life” completely “right”…I’m not going to get it close to “right”…I’m not going to figure it all out.

There are going to be a lot of details that I screw up.

I’ve noticed that.

I can’t get so caught up in how I’m going to finish the whole deal that I don’t even live, though.

I can’t get so caught up in the “sandwich wrapping” at the end of the process that I don’t even try to make the sandwiches.

( I bought some hamburger yesterday for the first time in a little while and was amazed at how expensive it was…and started thinking really negative thoughts like “Why the heck am I saving for retirement? The money’s not going to be worth anything anyway…why am I saving now when I should be blowing the doors off?”…thoughts like that. All because of some overpriced chopped up cow…)

I guess that what I’m thinking is that it’s good to “mix things up” sometimes…no matter how the end of the process might be coming together.

Mix it up….LIVE, LIVE, LIVE…LIVE.

Make a salami sandwich one of these days…really set your world on end by changing over from peanut butter exclusivity…and then wrap it in something strange.

It’s my life…I do what I want.