Letting go

To trap a monkey you dig a hole. You put something of value to the monkey, like a coconut, in there. You firmly bury sticks around the top of the hole leaving just the center open. When the monkey sticks his hand in and grabs the coconut, he can’t pull it out past the sticks.

The monkey won’t let go of the coconut. All he has to do is let go of the coconut and he’s free.

He’s sitting there looking at the guy coming to club him in the head and he still won’t let go of the coconut.

He trapped himself.

What coconut are you holding on to?

TTYL,

Linda

6 thoughts on “Letting go”

  1. being able to eat anything without dire circumstances since recent surgery – when I ate around 8 chocolate biscuits because I was upset about the followup appt – it played havoc with my digestive system… not sure that means I won’t do that again!

  2. thank God I am not an alcoholic or on drugs. because I have found out that I have NO self discipline.
    my problem is SALT. I know what it does and how bad it is. congestive heart failure is not fun. and I could avoid its scary moments if I got serious about NO SALT. but do I? NO. all the rationalization starts.
    it’s like I must enjoy playing Russian roulette. because play it I do! stupid monkey. stupid Tammy. same thing.

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