It is what it is

In my meditations, I have been contemplating this concept of how we spend so much time and energy on what we like or don’t like.  In addition to my usual habit of rehashing the past or rehearsing the future, I spend inordinate amounts of mental space on likes and dislikes.  What I want to do is try to embrace what is.  If I choose to let go of my perpetual orchestration of what I like, of ensuring I don’t lose what I want, and of preventing discomfort, I can spend my energy on being more present and alive for what is, embracing the here and now.  In the total opposite spirit of all that I just said, here are my current pandemic-laced likes and dislikes.

Likes

  • Burmese chickpea tofu is my new favorite thing to make. It is easy, healthy, and super versatile.  Try the recipe here

  • I have converted Charles into a temporary vegetarian and about 70% vegan. No restaurants, no meat.

  • The vegetables Charles did not like as a kid…brussels sprouts, asparagus, tomatoes…he now likes (because of me!).

  • Looking back on my phone at old pictures that seem like a lifetime ago.  Such as these photos, which were taken in Dubrovnik, Croatia, on a fabulous trip with my mother-in-law and aunt.  Ahhh travel.

Dislikes

  • Lukewarm coffee.

  • If Netflix is left open the night before, it starts blaring the moment I open my laptop in the morning.

  • Forgetting to put lotion on after I floss instead of before. It is impossible to floss with slippery fingers.

  • My once comfortable pair of jeans now feel like devil fabric because, apparently, I am unable to meaningfully function in the world if I am wearing anything too restrictive.

Musings

  • I think my face has forgotten how makeup feels.

  • I am unsure of when to start dyeing my hair. How many greys is enough?

  • I basically wear the same outfit every day.  I think that these sweatpants will now always remind me of social distancing and quarantine.

  • I think it is the right time of life to buy a couple of good pots and pans…at least ones that did not come from the Goodwill.

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