The world is my burrito

So what kind of meat do you want?

Chicken.

Beans?

No thanks.

Extra rice?

Thanks very much.

What else?

Just lettuce and cheese.

Life is like a burrito. I think I could stretch this metaphor and make it pretty ridiculous...so why not. Life is NOT like a burrito. At all. If life were my burrito, I would know what to order. I would make it plain. Like I make everything..foodwise. And i would know exactly what to expect. I would eat what I know I love. Because if I know I love it, why would I change a thing? If life were a burrito, it would be delicious. And I would enjoy every bite.

But life is not a burrito. Or, it is not a burrito as I would make it. Because life isn't plain and it isn't made to order. Life has unexpected beans and fajita and tomato chunks that tease the taste buds and throw you off. And sometimes those are welcome changes, and sometimes those changes are like too big of a chunk of guac, which is so disgusting that all you want to do is spit it out and rise your mouth out for a year. But chunks are important. Cause what's the fun in a plain burrito? By the time you're 2/3 done with the thing, you're bored and then you stick it in the fridge and it's just not as good when you finally decide to take it out and eat it again. So as much as I love to plan and do what I love and stick to my chicken and no beans and lettuce and cheese only burrito, God (burrito maker extraordinaire) knows better. Maybe he knows I'd do better with a steak burrito. Or even a burrito bowl! Or maybe God knows that he has better for me than just a burrito. And even if the funky-looking burrito thing God has for me, with its tomatoes and beans and guac and whatelsehaveyou, looks scary and intimidating and I just want what I know I love, maybe I'm just supposed to take a bite and forget about my plans and my hesitation to do anything outside my comfort zone.

And there's extended metaphor time with Kelsey. Tune in next time when she rants about gatorade or yarn..