What do you want? Let me ask that again. What do you want? Think hard about this.
Restauranteurs will tell you that people order their entree based on the sides. I’ve ordered many a sandwich in my lifetime because it came with french fries. I wanted a salad, but I wanted fries so I got the sandwich. Of course I could have ordered a salad with a side of fries, but I didn’t. Why, I cannot tell you.
I am self-proclaimed late bloomer and recently discovered the joy of a martini. Hendricks please, shaken, with three olives. If they are freshly stuffed with blue cheese even better. Sacrilage to some, but that’s what I want. And french fries. A perfect combination of hot, salty, crispy fried carbs with a refreshingly cool beverage to wash it down with.
Sometimes I don’t need or want the sandwich, the veggie burger, the steak, the chicken. I just want the martini and fries, so that’s what I get.
If we took all the things we do out of habit, or because we think it’s the norm, or because everyone else does it or because we could be teased about it (french fries and salad, really?) or because because because a myriad of other things – and really chose in a new and fresh way, how much more fulfilling would our lives be? What might we discover?
Choose. Choose again. And choose wisely.