Choices can be good. I like having choices.
The only trouble is that some days it feels as though there are no choices. It’s all Coke or Pepsi. It’s the illusion of choice. It’s all caramel coloring and high fructose corn syrup dressed up in a different bottle, color scheme and marketing package.
Now, choosing between tofu and cupcakes? That’s a choice.
I don’t like tofu but I ate it anyway on Friday. I ordered the vegetarian version of something delicious at a Thai place which lunching with a friend. I don’t like tofu but I needed the protein. The server asked me three times if I wanted the BBQ pork still in the dish. Three times I told her I did not.
I’m trying to keep the Fast. I really am. The world is stacked against me on this, especially at this time of the year. I’m not a zealot when it comes to the periodic Fasts of the church. I always aim for even keel, steady as she goes, wind in the sails and hand on the wheel. That’s all the nautical language I know. In any case, I anticipate that I’ll hit some kind of practical stride in this by the time I’m 70 and then I’ll be awesome.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint. I hope there’s a cupcake at the finish line.