So my HoneyBunny does an annual trip to the Lush store for me for Christmas.  I’m serious about my baths and let’s just say their Floating Island bath melt single-handedly keeps me happy and scale-free throughout the winter. 

Last year he threw some Smitten hand cream into my stocking that I used at work.  I’d lift off the plastic cap, bath my hands in almond yumminess and life was good.   I finished it off right before the holidays and reported that someone should let Santa know I’m ready for more.  Santa rocks - he came through for me.

So I bring my new pot of Smitten to work, try to lift off the lid, but it doesn’t just snap off like the last one.  In fact there’s a little lip under the lid on this jar, so I couldn’t really get under it.  So I started grabbing office supplies to peel the lid up.  I finally peel the, now dented, lid off and discover - it’s a screw top.  The Lush folks have redesigned the packaging and it *never* ocurred to me to try to just twist it off.  Ha!

So because I try to see the teacher in *all* things, even moronical moments like this - I wondered how many other blind spots do I have to things in my life? 

How many other things do I assume are x because they’ve *always* been x.  Or heck, they were x once and I just decided I didn’t need to look any farther.  I decided I didn’t even need to check for y, or that outlier, z. 

It’s so easy to do in yoga too - how often do you just dive into a pose rather than ease in mindfully to see what’s fresh, interesting or different there today? 

Here’s to be open to the snap-off’s *and* the screw-tops in life.