I always ate to survive, to avoid hunger, to prevent the crankiness that ensues if I don’t.
My least favorite responsibility of adulthood is meal planning. It is extremely burdensome to do on a daily basis. In the past, I have made many attempts to standardize my dinner-routine: subscription meal services, online grocery shopping, weekend grocery shopping, slow cooking, etc. Each option reiterated how hard and frustrating it is to develop a sustainable cooking habit that works for me. I easily lose motivation and opt to calling that go-to takeout number.
If I could describe cooking in one syllable it would be: ugh.
Then this happened on a Tedtalk by Suzana Herculano-Houzel:
“…cooking frees time for us to do much more interesting things with our day…”
Through those words, my previous obligatory attitude towards cooking changed (a little bit) to a liberating one. Suzana helped me to realize that cooking is meant to open up time for me, not the other way around.
While I still don’t know the how, this perspective changes my “ugh” to “hmm.” In my book, that’s a fine step forward.
If the past, present and future truly exist all at once, I would be glad that the moments I spend with my loved ones exist somewhere. That makes the world an infinitely awesome place to be.
Lean In is a book that comes up a lot in conversations about women, motherhood, careers and the decisions surrounding them.
Unfortuantely, the conversations tend to either pit stay at home moms against women with career goals or end on a sour note about not having enough resources (as Sheryl Sandberg does) to have it all.
I think this misses the point of the book entirely. When I read ‘Lean In,’ I didn’t read some hostile cry about placing one decision over another. And I definitely didn’t read anything about placing all women in that corner office.
One of the last sentences of the book summarized my 2 main take-aways:
“My greatest hope is that [men and women] will be able to choose what to do with their lives without external or internal obstacles slowing them down or making them question their choices.”
- “…[men and women] will be able to choose what to do with their lives…” She referenced her son and daughter–either way, it’s not about what choices are best for whom. It’s just about having choices to no limits.
- “…without external or internal obstacles slowing them down or making them question their choices.” It’s about respecting and enriching others. It’s about being “comfortable with our choices and to feel validated by those around us.” And if I am criticizing another’s choices, it may be because something that the other has is making me insecure of what I don’t have.
So the question is, what do I want. It will be different from what someone else wants. But, that’s good. Because it only means that we can complement each other.
Something to try: Think about what choices are important to me. Be more aware of how I make others feel about their decisions. Am I supportive or critical? Question why.
I rarely go to salad bars.
First of all, I don’t know what combinations of vegetables, grains, and/or fruits complement each other. I don’t know which dressing will go best with the salad concoction that I just made up, on the spot, under pressure. It’s not my fault that you can’t hear me behind this 9″ thick plexiglass! I think the person behind me hates me.
From my experience, most people don’t value outlandish combinations of choices to choose from. Too much freedom makes many nervous.
Some go out of their way to reduce unnecessary decision making from their lives. Cue Capsule Wardrobe. And, I agree!
But the point of minimizing choices in the basic things is to make room for the things that matter. Because some things are worth the time spent on exploring the infinite possibilities.
When I feel pressured by choices and the people watching me, I force myself to be limited. Salad menus can be pre-made for me. But my life’s journey doesn’t.
Something to try: Quit feeling pressured by the chatter around me regarding the decisions I should be making at each point of my life. They can wait while I dream up my concoction.
I generally see two categories of thoughts when it comes to life experiences.
One: I went through this, so they should go through it as well.
Two: I went through this, and I hope they can avoid it.
There are cases to be made and circumstances that are appropriate for both.
But there is a kind of relational magic for the second category. One that takes the journey through the unknown/uncertainty/vulnerability and turning them into an evolved beginning for others–a platform of one’s own personal wisdom that can be another’s stepping point.
Something for me to try: Share one story where I went from not-knowing to knowing, and what I gained from that experience.