Traveling past a park on the Yellow Brick Road, I saw a squirrel scampering around who looked completely confused. I rushed over.
Hey Squirrel, are you lost? Do you need directions?
SQUIRREL: No. I need food. I’m so hungry.
So why not get something to eat?
SQUIRREL: I can’t. I buried my acorns under the ground, and I can’t remember where I put them.
Ooooh. In a weird way, I can relate. When I park my car at the mall, when I come out, sometimes I can’t remember where I left it.
So every time I park, I have to make a mental note of where I am. And if I’m somewhere new, I actually write down the name of the street and cross street.
SQUIRREL: No offense, but I don’t think that’s a fair comparison. I mean, you just have to find your car. I can starve to death. I’m really scared.
Can you make a trail of footprints or pebbles that lead to where you buried your acorns?
SQUIRREL: That makes me nervous. What if I forget where I made the trail?
How about if you ask someone to remind you where you buried the acorns?
SQUIRREL: Then I’d have to ask for help! My kids have their own lives! I don’t want to bother them with this! It’s humiliating. I can’t face it! I’m an independent squirrel. Always have been.
I guess you don’t want to do anything about it?
SQUIRREL: My therapist says this is my “new normal” and I need to deal with my body differently because I’m older.
I’m going through that with my therapist, too. Here’s my“new normal.” I try really hard to eat healthy foods and stay at a reasonable weight. But every time I eat the slightest thing that’s junky, I put on weight. I never used to be that way. I guess it is what it is.
SQUIRREL: That’s tough.
It is what it is.
SQUIRREL: You said that already.
Oh yeah. I forgot.
SQUIRREL: At least I remembered something.