About 5 years ago I was trying to figure out how to make rice. I asked for suggestions, I tasted different rices, analyzed them, and I tried different aforementioned suggestions...and it was all to no avail. I was in awe by anyone who could make rice. It was so hard. A real mind-boggler.
Then, one day, I read the instructions on the bag of rice. I cooked the rice exactly as directed. I measured the water and the rice exactly as directed. I did not stir the rice- exactly as directed.
And the rice was perfect.
By following the wisdom of previous rice-makers who documented their rice-making success, I was able to have success too and my life was therefore better. Sometimes we just need to read the directions, and not be a fool. Sometimes we need to take advice. The best advice is from those who know: such as the rice-makers.
I hereby declare you have permission to use this as a metaphor to demonstrate your knowledge of life lessons. May go over well for teaching young impressionable children or for presentations, teaching classes, or sacrament meeting talks.
3 satisfied bellies:
hahaha--SAME exact story here. I finally read the directions a year and a half ago. First time it didn't burn and get crusty on the bottom. Love your stories, sari!
p.s. I love leaving comments on your blog. 2 satisfied bellies. (my word verification is "elated. Indeed.)
Hahaha! I totally learned the hard way with rice too. Seems so simple, add water and keep stirring...oh no! Directions are our friends.
Someone recently tried to get me to make up directions for baking a lasagna but I snuck and got real directions. Boundaries are our friends.
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