those apples...

I've heard the story of the apples in the trees so many times, telling myself that I'm one of those apples way up at the top. If it's true, it pretty much explains it all.

You know the story:
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of getting hurt. So instead, they just take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy to get... The apples at the top of the tree think there's something wrong with them, when, in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along - one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top.
But this story goes both ways. I think that's what the real problem is, for me at least, something like it anyway.

I'm too scared of climbing all the way to the top. Not every apple at the top of the tree is good. I've started climbing after a specific one at the top before and saw how rotten it really was. I also found out how scared I was of heights! It's a long ways down, and even longer to the next tree. I don't think I've picked up an apple from the ground, just at the bottom of the tree. On the way up, (it takes me forever to climb) those lower apples are right there for me. Not convenient, but there for me. I know. I don't know about the ones at the top. I don't know anything about the ones at the top. But, I know the ones one the branch I've been sitting on for a while now. They look pretty good to me, and comforting too. So, why not pick one of those?

Because, if I can look at it and think, "it's good enough right?" it's not. I don't deserve good enough. I deserve the best, but only if I'm willing to earn the best.
It's so hard to make that long trip and I'm only half way up that tree and I'm already so tired.
But I am not letting myself settle this time. If I make it up there and find out that apple isn't so amazing or that it's got a picker, oh well! I tried and will learn to just try harder next time. I'm an all or nothing girl, so my determination should triumph over my nerves and thoughts. That apple deserves to be earned just as much as this(me) apple does.
Men are apples too...we should treat them like they are. I'm going to.