It’s all just mind over matter

I have a raspberry seed from my morning toast and jam stuck in my molar–the molar just ahead of my missing wisdom tooth (top right to be precise).
I can hear the voice of Joe Friday from “Dragnet.” Just the facts, ma’am.
I have flossed and brushed and picked and rinsed and yet I cannot loosen the wicked seed from its vicious grip. And it seems all I can focus on is the discomfort caused by said seed.
I’m even considering finding pliers and ripping the tooth out to get at the seed. With my luck, though, I probably would pull the wrong tooth, so best I figure out some other strategy. But it got me to thinking.
When something is bothering us, it is hard not to lose sight of everything else going on inside of us, in front of us, and around us. This morning while I waged war with this tiny seed, while I stomped from room to room, my tongue digging and contorting itself to loosen the seed, I almost missed the sun creeping up over the mountain behind me and illuminating the trees at the top of the ridge on the opposite side of the river in front of me.
The sight was extraordinary: the snow crisp and white, the trees bathed in a gold light. And I almost missed it. It lasted only a few minutes before the low hanging clouds gobbled up the sun and turned off its stretching rays of light.
It is a bit like the news that swirls around us daily–the Twitter madness in the United States, the complaints within Canada about the actions of government where we don’t find fault in the policy, we don’t offer up alternative strategies, but we become all about name-calling and personal attacks (a larger raspberry seed, if you will).
I’m wondering if I had a pressure washer, if I could aim the hose at my back tooth and teach that seed a lesson, but that does seem a bit like overkill. Maybe it’s a good opportunity to practice emotional self-discipline; to ignore the discomfort and train my tongue to sit still.
I’ve been meaning to meditate. In fact, meditation has been on my to do list for about 12 years, maybe more, so no time like the present. And what better opportunity to measure the benefits of mindfulness to see if I can keep from going at the seed with a hammer and chisel.
I made cookies yesterday and once they had cooled, I popped them in the freezer in an effort to rehearse self-discipline. But as I was crawling into bed, I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of my intentions.
“Who are you kidding,” I said, opening the freezer door at 3 a.m. and helping myself to a couple of frozen cookies.
Perhaps there are a few areas of self-restraint that could use some work.