Today while scanning through a few blogs I follow, I came across this phrase: “looking for food on an empty plate.”
The original post mentions the many ways such a phrase can be interpreted, and I agree. But like its effect on the original poster, I find myself drawn to this idea. I think it’s something I do a lot: looking for food on an empty plate. I have this strong tendency to cling to things, to hold on to them longer than I should. I’m so afraid to let go most of the time, even when there’s nothing left to hold on to. It’s a problem. It’s a problem I’ve tried to solve many times, unsuccessfully, in the past.
In reality, a lot of the time I really am left just searching an empty plate for nourishment. I guess it’s the idea that at one point something was there, and I can’t seem to come to terms with the fact that it’s gone. Even when it’s really what’s best for me, I just can’t make my brain understand that sometimes the plate is empty. What I really need to do is just stick that plate in the dishwasher and start again clean, but I just sit there with my fork scraping a plate that’s never going to satisfy me. Why do I do this to myself?
