More Pie Please ?
Isn’t it funny how when you decide that you should stop indulging so much, what you’re attempting to avoid appears like magic. Like I’ve been eating cherry pie while watching Twin peaks. Just finished up the one cherry pie and told myself, ok, that was fun, but that’s enough for now 🙂
Last night I’m in bed early trying to hurry up and go to sleep cuz I gotta wake up at 4 am, oh my! (I only got 4 hours of shut eye, had to nap later after work, didn’t wanna get up from the nap!) Drue is late coming home because he ran an errand after work and brought me a surprise…cherry pie, lol!
He proudly displays it to me towering above the groggy lump (me) I mumble, “Wow, thank you!” I say I was trying not to eat any more pie, (but yay!) I’m really delighted deep down because there are 10 more episodes of Twin Peaks left and I don’t know if watching agent Cooper with his pie loving self, I don’t know if I could hold out, I’d need more pie! Good thing I don’t watch anything with commercials (well The Good Place has commercials, but we mute them, plus the ads are for weird stuff I have no interest in).
So is it a test from the universe, seeing how serious I am about my decision to cease the pie, or is it an invitation to enjoy a little more pie, to live a little more fluidly, less deprivation or discipline and more enjoyment and flexibility? As I’ve gotten older I lean more towards the latter 🙂 I’ve learned that perfectionism and rigidly following rules is imprisoning and actually backfires. At least for me.
I’ve learned to live more intuitively, that way I am less likely to rebel or beat myself up. I know it’s affirming to live a little, to enjoy some carbs, some late nights, some lazy pajama days and binge watching Russian Doll on Netflix days 🙂
After this pie though, that’s it for a while, lol. And hopefully the next series I watch won’t have food in it! I have fun eating what the characters eat, it feels like I’m participating and immersing myself in the theater of it even more. It becomes more of a special event for me.
I like the idea of making as much of life as I can, a celebration. It doesn’t have to be a big to do, it can be simple, like eating cherry pie with agent Cooper, lol. Or bringing snacks in a bright floral tote to work and coworkers start calling you the “snack lady” and are happy to have snacks 😀 Or having a toy Godzilla on your dash that your daughter gave you making you smile every time you get in the car 🙂 Or writing naughty things on the shopping list for a fun surprise, my daughter used to do that, I’d always laugh while rolling my eyes and shaking my head, such fun! Or singing together, that’s my favorite!
Are there areas in your life where you’re turning down more pie? What would happen if you celebrated more and more each day? If you gave yourself permission to let your hair down on a regular basis, what could happen?
More pie for me, please ??
