As a kid, my mother worked hard to provide for me and my two sisters. Everything was shared and nothing was to be wasted. It was a way of lief that was normal for us and we did well by it.
This lifestyle also included our meals. And this is where a problem occurred. Our basic meals included (in order of my priorities) meat, starch and vegetables. My sisters and I were perfectly OK with the meat and starch (rice or potatoes) but, the vegetables just had to go.
Fortunately, we had a dog that we could share the vegetables with. The dog was always near the dinner table and thoroughly appreciated anything we provided.
Initially we would slowly work through the meat and potatoes part of dinner, expecting to find an opening to dump the vegetables off to the dog.
However the problem was, mom seemed to always have a reason to stay within sight-of-vision during the meal. As carefully as we watched her for an open moment to pass off to the dog, mom appeared to be equally attentive to our eating.
Being the oldest, I was the first to realize that the dump-vegetables moments were not likely to occur. I decided to change tactics. I began my meal by rushing through those awful vegetables and then coast slowly into the meat and potatoes. Nothing but pure enjoyment ahead of me for the remaining meal. Dinner had become much more pleasurable.
I now find myself following the same routine in my adult life. I tend to approach a challenging moment, be it a task or conversation, by first focusing first on the more distasteful issues. Life had become much more pleasurable.
I've got to ask the question, do you want a piece of this?
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