Lunchtime has a tendency to sneak up on me, so yesterday, when I felt the gentle rumbling of my belly, I went to the kitchen in search of food. The refrigerator doors opened to reveal a decidedly unappetizing array of random foodstuffs. I couldn’t help but think, “Why don’t we have any food?!!!” (You can insert snide first-world-problems remark here.) Of course the refrigerator wasn’t empty. The calories from the various selections of condiments alone meant I wouldn’t be starving anytime soon, but I wasn’t looking for calories. I was looking for satisfaction.
So, I started pulling out random bits of leftovers hoping I’d stumble upon a feast. I started with a lone chicken breast nestled in a foil wrapped bowl then grabbed the frying pan, still glistening from use at breakfast, and placed the torn up pieces of chicken inside. Next, I grabbed a handful of spinach and leftover green beans, which dubiously joined the chicken in the now too small frying pan. I added spoonfuls of apple cider vinegar and dried cranberries, and, even though I’m supposed to be avoiding dairy, sour cream and blue cheese, too. All this was topped off with a sprinkling of garlic powder and black pepper and cooked till warm. While I wasn’t sure I would like the results, I was pleased with myself for at least whipping up a bowlful of food that looked like a meal. I sat down with my food and the latest issue of Real Simple and started to eat. Taking bites while flipping through the pages I started thinking, “Wow, this is actually pretty good.”
The moral of the story: Satisfaction can be found by listening to your instincts. Too often a thought/story idea/brilliant plan for the future will pop into my head, and I will ignore it. Maybe, it’s because I’m in the middle of something else, or maybe, I’m just to lazy to reach for paper and pen in order to write it down. Unsurprisingly, those ideas are soon forgotten and whatever changes acting on those thoughts would have brought now will never be. Sometimes you have to listen to what your body tells you. Add the sour cream and blue cheese. Apply to that program that sounds interesting. Wear leggings as pants (just please cover your bum). Sometimes commonsense is listening to your instincts. And, while my lunch probably won’t be gracing the pages of a cookbook anytime soon, it was the meal that satisfied me. Listen to your instincts and not your fears.
If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
In other news…
This week’s Top 5 Wednesday vlog is about favorite debut novels. It was hard to narrow my picks down to five because there are so many great books written by first time novelists. Do you have a favorite debut novel?
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