Big things, in a way, are simpler.
Often, it’s the little things that I find (make?) complicated.
Take dinner, for example. What’s for dinner? Hmmm, let’s see. What’s in the fridge? Nothing? What’s in season? Oh, no time to stop by the grocery store?
What’s quick and easy? Shall we go out for Thai or Japanese? What did you have for lunch? Wanna get burritos? Too heavy?
What about that Pho place around the corner? It closed? Really? When? How did I not know this? I loved that place!
It sounds painful, doesn’t it?
I’m aware of how indecision plagues me as I hash out my thought process over something that can be simplified. Thankfully, my husband has had a lot of practice rolling with my ongoing internal debacle as I explore all the choices available to me about dinner and other similar day-to-day matters.
I do better with big things.
Love over indifference, hate, apathy? Yes.
Knowledge over ignorance? Why, yes, that is my preference. (Though I myself wouldn’t claim to be more knowledgeable than ignorant at any given moment. The books I haven’t read and will never read? Voluminous.)
Marriage equality over picking and choosing who gets to take institutionally recognized vows and who doesn’t? Absolutely.
Equality for all, though some would disagree, is a worthwhile goal. Geographic and economic luck aside, we are equal in significant ways. Did we get here other than by birth? No. Do any of us get to escape death? Unless you believe that The Avengers are real, then no. Do we get to pick and choose what aspects of life come our way? If we’re even somewhat engaged in our own lives, then hardly if at all. Our palate may have a preferred taste, but our plate does not have the final say. We pretty much get it all: the loss, the pain, the sadness, the joy, the laughter, the light.
The combo platter.
That appears to be what’s on the menu at the proverbial table. I for one prefer the flavors of joy, but alas, those are always peppered with a pinch of pain. Just like life is laced with loss. And to be able to partake in the feast, to be able to sample each bite, is, I would think, not a prerogative but rather a birthright.
Do you eat the same thing for dinner every night? Would you want to?
Too much food talk? Let’s move on to beverage preferences. Still or bubbly? Shaken or stirred? Red or white? Coffee or tea?