Choices

Why do you think it is that so many of us reflexively turn to food and alcohol for comfort? I’ve been thinking about this a lot today. Because today has been a lot. A lot of questions. A lot of tears. A lot of doubt. A lot. And, time and again, I just kept thinking about how much I wanted a giant bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of whiskey to soothe the ragged edges of the day. So why is it that when our hearts hurt the most, our brains desire things that will only hurt our bodies? It’s truly intriguing to me.

In the end, I chose to skip the pasta and the whiskey and tried to continue the healthier choices I’ve been focused on lately. Instead, I found comfort in eating a few oranges, standing long beneath the power of a hot shower, and focusing on the joy I felt when this silly picture was taken a few days ago in the desert. But dang, that macaroni sure would’ve tasted good!

And yes, I’m ok. Thanks for asking!