Svetlana the Head ~ A Tale of Headless Living

As I drove home from the grocery store Sunday night, my mind was in a million places and I was only half-way paying attention to the story that was playing on NPR.



As I pulled into the driveway and nestled into my spot, my thoughts converged to focus solely on getting all the groceries in the house and doing it in as few trips as possible. (It's hot and I had frozen foods ~ pedometer be damned.)                    



I heard these words just as I turned off the ignition:



      "But, Svetlana the head--". 

      

Well, that was intriguing, thought I.



Then I started to wish I'd have paid closer attention to the story and had not been so self-absorbed all the way home.

But, as I schlepped bag upon bag of groceries into the kitchen I thought, ehhh well, regardless, at least I got a bit of a giggle, even if it was at poor Svetlana's expense. She'll never know.





(And besides, she's only a head, what's she gonna do if she finds out, hiss at me?)





But Sveltana persisted and I began to think about that odd moment even more.





What a funny place to stop the story.  What chance that I should stop the engine at just that moment.  What strange last words. What a tale left untold.





I wondered if Svetlana might have something to teach me. (Something to teach other than what NPR had spent untold thousands of dollars drafting, producing and broadcasting to other, hopefully less ADD and more globally aware and cognizant listeners.)





Then I thought ~ ohhh -- she's a metaphor.  (And I loooove me some metaphor!) 





Svetlana the Head represents a story --a life-- cut short.  She was full of potential and had a great story to tell but someone pulled the plug.





What if Svetlana had been more? What if she reached her full potential? She might have changed my life. 





But now she's only a head, floating away somewhere in the ether.



I don't want to be Nikki the Head!

I want to live out my life to its fullest. I want to have lots of stories to tell and lots of friends to tell them to.



And I want the whole story written.

Healthy living ~ diet, exercise, spiritual pursuits, laughter, love ~ is the BODY of life.



You are the Head.  You can choose to connect to the Body and live your life to its fullest potential.  





Or, you can just bob along, disconnected and unattached, knowing that someday, the key will be turned on you, too, and the engine will stop and your story will never be written and never be told.

Make no mistake;  I realize that there are lots of things in this world that might kill me, being fat definitely will.