Last night I spent the evening hunting down a snack craving.
My body was telling me I wanted something, but I didn’t know what it was. Like an itch I couldn’t scratch, I didn’t have the words or mental picture of what it was I was after.
So, I started trying things.
Popcorn with extra butter.
That wasn’t it.
Buffalo Ranch potato chips.
That wasn’t it.
Cap’n Crunch in cold milk.
Not it either so I tried some more stuff.
Finally, I had tried so many things that I wasn’t hungry anymore. My craving remained at large. A frustrating endeavor, though with minimally adverse side effects.
A craving with far more consequences when unsatisfied are the snack cravings of your soul.
Not soul with a capital ”S.” Lowercase soul. The soul of your nonverbal right hemisphere. The fully half of your brain that can’t tell you what it needs, but needs it none the less.
Let me ask, when was the last time you fed Righty?
Have you had an emotional, mental itch you can’t quite put your finger on? Has it led to low grade frustration or angst?
Like my snack craving last night, you might have to try a few things. Unlike last night, you can’t give up before you find the cure.
Here are some places to start.
When was the last time you read poetry aloud? When last did you dance like a fool or finger-paint the night sky? How long since you sang at the top of your lungs or splashed in mud puddles? Have you traveled lately to faraway places via great fiction? Or made yourself dizzy on a tree swing?
I can guarantee you these activities will produce nothing productive.
But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? When you feed the snack scratches of your soul.
– Zac Smith, VC
