As I open my last box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies I can't help but reflect on the good times I've shared with these delectable treats this cookies season. There was that late night binge I ate a whole sleeve in one sitting, the following day when I started the next one and told myself I would ration two a day, and the time I thought about ending a friendship because a loved one grabbed a cookie off my plate without asking. I am also overcome with the realization this is, in fact, my last box of Thin Mints of the season. Like any grief, I'm processing in waves.
1. Shock: The End Is Near
2. Denial: It's Fine
Why am I freaking out? I have a whole box left! And time flies while waiting for something. Plus, they sell knock off ones at Target year round. I'll be fine. It's fine.
3. Anger: Why, Girl Scouts, why?
4. Bargaining: I'll Just Ration.
I can work this out. I'll just have half a cookie every other day. They'll only be eaten as a reward for working out that day. That'll be sufficient! Or, I could find another seller and buy more. Yes! I have plenty of room in my pantry to hold at least six more boxes.
5. Depression
*Lays in bed cuddling box of cookies for hours on end. Crying optional.*
6. Testing: Trial Separation
I will not eat a cookie for another week. *Spends one day apart.* If I can make it five days I'll have one at the end of the day.
*The fifth night eats half of what's left.*
7. Acceptance: The End Is Near
I've done this before. I can do this again. Everyone does this. I will have so much support around me. This will all work out.
All is well that ends well. Remember grief happens in waves so buying more boxes of Girl Scout Cookies could very well happen. The end will come eventually, because that's how life happens. On the bright side you can always dance it out
