Let’s face it, I love food! I throughly enjoy the eating experience; discovering new flavors, textures, techniques, rediscovering old favorites, re-inventions of classics and so on. With the exception of a few restrictions, there isn’t a dish I wont be willing to try. It truly is one of the simply joys of life the wife and I treasure. We can have an amazing experience from pennies on the dollar to a little more than the average American spends on dinner every week. Up to this point the journey has been a fulfilling one.
in support of making the bed
Leaving my bed undone in the morning after waking up was my pièces de résistance; it was proof that I was an adult – or so I thought.
Doing any type of activity in the morning is a chore. Just getting out of bed is a battle in itself and I tend to allow my mind to slowly warm up to the idea and it has to get going. But how can I force myself to “do stuff” so early the morning? That’s where some mind trickery comes into play.
The one thing which cemented by passage into independence will now help bride the gap between apathy and productivity. How so you may ask? I’m a creature of habit and it takes some work in order to break the patterns previously established. Over the years I’ve come to realize that small changes yield the best results when trying to change course; once the first step is taken we keep building on that progress. But, you’re just making the bed, you may say. Well my friends, small steps. Steps that will hopefully help me change my perspective and break the habit. Plus, making the bed will please the wife.
four years ago
Four years ago little did I realize that such a quotidian question as “Do you like classical music?” wold my life forever change. I was staring into the abyss my life was at the time only to find my own fears staring right back. It’s hard to imagine where Id’ be right now if those words were not sent. Would I be drifting through the dross my life was back then? Would I be completely removed from the world, ignorant of my own demise?
Four years ago my heart was a cold as a the desert floor in mid November. Tired, beaten and hopeless with no desire to ever feel loved again. Would my heart be as closed off (or worse) to any attempt at love and companionship if that question had not been asked? Would I continue living in fear, fending off any potential suitor?