Oceans For Emotions: Sometimes you just have to let go
By Elaine Wheat
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.
- Ecclesiastes 9:10
Today, I saved the biggest, fastest mullet until last. This was not because of some brilliantly philosophical plan for fishing with the fastest mullet last for some good reason. It was because I simply couldn't catch the fastest mullet with all the other slower mullet mulling around it in my yellow bait bucket.
When I first got out on the pier with my bait bucket full of mullet of various sizes and degrees of abilities, I was so excited with great expectations that I would just pull up my bait bucket out of the water, and thrust my hand in and grab the slowest, or dumbest mullet, my hand could catch. My biggest, fastest mullet would dart away from me to live a while longer.
This went on until all of the little, slower mullet had met their Mullet Maker and went to their eternal rest as part of the food chain, so that left just the biggest, fastest mullet for the final event.
I usually just haul up my bait bucket, plunge my hand in the mullet water, get a mullet, put it on the hook and then put my bucket back in the bay. This did not work with the fastest mullet of them all. Sloshing mullet water all over me was all that I had accomplished.
Then, I tried putting the bucket down on the pier so that I could try catching the record-setting mullet with one hand, and when that one tired, the other hand. All I got was wet knees and no mullet.
Finally, I got a brain wave and, duh, poured the water out through those little holes that are designed to let one pour the water out. Even a lame brain like me knew that the bullet mullet couldn't swim without water, so now I could get him and prove my superior status.
Aha! I got him tightly in my fist, but it was then that I discovered that I couldn't get my fisted hand with the slick mullet in it out of the bait bucket. I could get my hand out with out the mullet or I could hang on to the mullet and wear a bait bucket the rest of my life. That is when I realized that I didn't have the fastest mullet of them all, he had me, the slowest-minded fisherman of them all.
I hoped no one saw me sitting down in mullet juice on the pier with a bait bucket between my legs with my hand stuck in it because I just wouldn't give up and let go. It was right before I gave up, that an idea came to me like an angel thought.
I let go, got my hand back, and poured the fastest mullet out on the pier. I proved I was the superior being, that is until the fastest mullet did two back flips and a half gainer right off the edge of the pier and splashed into the water.
I felt as if that mullet and I had bonded, and he didn't even say good-bye. All I said to the world-class mullet was, "Peace be with you." (Yeah, right.)
Dear Lord, even if You didn't teach me anything else today, You certainly taught me humility. I'm not so smart after all. Sometimes that is a needed lesson.