I have a half-day tomorrow. I am quite full, over-full really, with home-cooked food. Vegetable beef soup and some garlic toast. Well, neither of those things was really home-made. More Sandra-Lee’d, much to my chagrin, but I must point out that I actually went to the grocery store and bought food I intended to eat and then eaten it. I want to be sane in that regard. That’s a goal. To not treat fast food as a salving experience. As a compulsion that cannot be curbed. To remember that I like cooking and I like being domestic. That I do not need to eat the same thing every night and as much of it as there is to feel calm. There’s a thousand domino goals that come after that, in eating real, fresh vegetables and fruit with every meal, drinking boatloads of water, cooking more complex and better things and putting things away properly once I do, finding time for healthy food. But this is a big step, a big habit to start making part of my life: eating at home. So for now, as I mentioned yesterday, I just bought food I knew I would eat and I am making it and eating it. I’m going on two months without soda which has been incredibly un-traumatic in light of what I would have told you two months ago…that I would probably be drinking a soda on my dying day. That I’d have my lips on a Diet Dr. Pepper within two days of going without it. That I was less water than I was Diet Pepsi. But nah. Not so much. It’s gone. It’s not missed. My teeth feel better. I mostly feel better. Small change over time becomes huge change. Albert Einstein said something about compound interest being the most powerful force in the universe and I believe it.
So I practiced my guitar. I am considering a few things that I need to buy soon and naturally, now that I know where a few chords are, I think I need a new guitar. Well, I don’t. I need new strings and lessons and fingers that can press harder than I currently can, but I don’t need to spend four hundred dollars on a new guitar. That’s way too 1st world problems for me right now and I know that if I buy a new guitar, I’ll immediately lose interest. So, yes. I am going to get these new chords incorporated sooner or later.
I also got on the exercise bike for ten minutes. One more thing I tell myself I can’t do until I start doing it and it’s nothing. It’s literally nothing. But you add these things up. You go forward and not backwards and it’s not nothing. It’s a new course for yourself.
These myths we are so bound by, these stories we tell to ourselves or were told to ourselves and which have informed our choices since we were old enough to choose, they are powerful bindings and we stay inside them out of fear. But they’re not more than knotted strings. We outgrow them and we either cut them loose or lose the extremities they encircle. I want a whole life. An A-Z life. Everyone told me I wasn’t musical. I can’t sing. I have no sense of timing. I can memorize, but I can never understand the theory. And maybe all of this is true. But it doesn’t mean I can’t try and find such joy in the struggle.
See you tomorrow.