@Mossy, no worries. I don’t feel burdened by the thread. You just seem more skilled than I am.
I can see the efficiency of being precise, for sure. I’m a recovering perfectionist and highly analytical so I understand that, as well. At its worst, I suffered from analysis paralysis so I took a much needed information vacation to reconnect to my instincts and intuition. I suspect men are naturally more instinctual than analytical, but Western culture creates self-doubt by valuing external authority over instinct.
Thank you. Yes, absolutely, supporting the matter can help the mind. Maybe not the most popular opinion, but I think mind over matter can be dangerous. I don’t think we should give all our power away to our biology, but I do think we should give ourselves grace. Even though we’re capable beings, sometimes we need more than willpower and positive thinking to overcome our challenges. There’s no shame in receiving help.
That’s a reasonable reaction. There’s nothing like the wrong colored cup to ruin a drink. I like that—“touch water.” Not sure if you’ve heard of it before, but there’s actually such a thing as float therapy. It’s sensory deprivation and involves floating in a tank filled with salt water. It’s like the Dead Sea encapsulated. I could never do it as I’m claustrophobic but aside from the enclosed tank, it seems very relaxing.
Having premade ingredients is smart. I have a few sides and meats I keep in the fridge to mix and match throughout the week like roasted honey butter carrots, mashed and scalloped potatoes, marinated pork tenderloin and herbed turkey tenderloin, and then some buns I keep in the freezer that take only 25 seconds in the microwave to heat up.
My dad’s appetite is so low that no food appeals to him. It’s a side-effect of his cancer treatments that was made worse by the flu and his stubbornness. Despite my warnings, he didn’t get the gravity of the treatments and kept up his normal routine. He’s a musician and continued playing gigs through the worst of his symptoms, caught colds, shared them with me, and we were at the tail end of one when we got the flu at Christmas. A month in and we still felt off, but he played another gig, said he felt so bad that he had to lean against the wall while playing, is now feeling so lousy he can’t walk more than a yard without asking to be put down, while I fantasize about living like a homeless person on the beach, floating around all day on a surfboard and eating Cantonese takeout because anything more than that seems exhausting.
Haha! Thankfully, my useless knowledge is not limited to health so I’m ready for any gameshow. But you’re right, Wonka anything is better because it’s mixed with love, sprinkled with dew, covered in chocolate and a miracle or two. Lord knows I could use a miracle or two, and a maid, and a cook, and something for the delirium that’s clearly setting in. Help me!
