Where it all started.
It started with an Olive, with something a simple as an Olive.
Of course what happened in that moment was awareness, I became aware of the events of me that had been changing for a while up to that point.
The change had been hard at the best of times and, brutal at their worst. It is not easy evolving when you have spend your life trying your hardest not to. Believing sub consiencely that who and what you were was an ok thing, and, that all of my bad decisions and hurtful action was of course the responsibility of others.
As you will obviously be aware, I am not a writer, never have been, and, before this, never wanted to be.
This I just had to do as part of the growth.
My first Olive Moment
Roughly eighteen months ago now I had an experience and it changed me, I think it changed me forever, well, at least I really hope it has.
I was in Belgium with my friend Marc, we were visiting his father for the weekend. I go quite often with Marc to do this, it is becoming a regular thing now. In the course of the weekend we always eat well, really well, in fact… maybe too well.
On one of our many enjoyable meals out, Marc did what he always did… He offered me an olive when they were brought to the table. As always, my instinctive reaction was to say “I hate Olives”. I not say “I don’t like them”, it was “I HATE them”.
He would of course shake his head and say “How could you not like olives?”. My response would always be “I just do, I always have, ever since the first time I tried one”.
As we talked about me hating olives something dawned on me.
Yes, it is true that I don’t like olives, well at least that was true the last time I had tried one. I began to remember that time… I honestly hated the taste, I really did. The problem was that I could not remember a single time after that first experience when I tried them again.
That first experience of eating an olive I was in my late teens, I am now fifty three…
The awareness of this fact slowly descended on me as the discussion continued and I came to the realisation that for probably around thirty five years now I have simply help on to an opinion formed at a time when I was still forming as a person.
I thought to myself “This is insane”.
So I did what I had seen probably thousands of people do countless times over the previous thirty five years…
I pushed a tooth pick into a green olive and put it in my mouth, and began to chew. My Initial reaction was “Yuck”, but as the seconds went by I found the experience change into something quite good, yes good. Then after one, I tried another. Then I tried a dark olive, it was totally different, and… It was good.
That was a big moment for me. Not because of an olive, but what I realised was that I had an experience once, formed an opinion, and held on to that opinion seemingly for the rest of my time.
I thought “How stupid could I have been”. I had one experience of something and actually believed that in that one experience I had experiences everything that encompasses olives.