Bland Diets and Bold Choices
No meal is ever good enough.
Unless it's a plain, boiled veggie hot dog with “just mustard” wrapped in a perfectly-nuked garlic naan bread. This one sure-fire meal has to be just so; ever so delicately cured to something just a few degrees about room temperature. Any warmer or cooler, and we have a legit Goldilocks situation on our hands. Those bears wouldn’t last fifteen seconds in this house of towheaded rule.
I love my child's assertions immensely despite this, and he wasn't always choosy about food. He used to eat pretty much anything placed before him. But the last few years of maturity, coupled with dental work and his first ever viral illnesses, compounded by his insistence on leaving the quiet refuge of homeschooling for public school have erased any patience he has for less- than ideal culinary experiences.
My own eating habits are manifesting strangely, too. As in, I will currently eat almost anything (out of character for a carefully clean eater) and rarely enjoy any of it.
Honestly, shit hath gotten all too real this last year. In addition to the aforementioned series of low-grade physical dramatizations, we lost some family members, regained some close family members, made new friends, and left some friends to coexist distance-style after moving afar.
We float. We land.
Upside down and inside out is how I feel emotionally these days. Too lethargic to do yoga? Fuck! I have spent eight solid years of keeping myself moving and meditating throughout illness, moves, and all the stages of early to current motherhood. I shan't stop now. Yet I find myself so…demotivated. Too depressed to play music? Well, that hasn't happened in years, either. I also haven't earned a dime in months - only spent them.
Imbalance.
Something will give - it always does - but not before I claw my way through the sands of yet another perfectly safe, yet somewhat uncomfortable phase in my adult life.
As always, I'm conspicuously sober every damn day. It's better that way, despite being exactly as boring as it sounds.
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