A friend shared this on Facebook so I went back and re-read it. Seems even more appropriate today than it did in 2017 when I wrote it.
Last week when I was frantically cleaning and dropped a 5 pound bag of flour on the floor .. the dark wood floor with the crevices where the wood goes together . . 5 pounds of flour to clean up. No, really it was probably only about 2 pounds because some of it did stay in the bag, but it had become one of those “poor, pitiful me” weeks anyway and I was already on the verge of tears. When the bag hit the floor, my first thought was . . where’s my camera? This will make a great blog post, but I was too aggravated to even get the camera and think of trying to make light of the situation.
I was in Aldi the other day and when I came upon the flour display, I had to laugh. I thought . . only after having dropped a bag of flour would I see the humor in this.
Any other day, I would have walked right past that mess of flour on the floor and not thought anything about it but after having made the same mess it made me smile.
As I was driving home, I was thinking how much our own life circumstances affect our views . . our political views, our views towards others, family, finances. Sometimes (too often), I don’t think about why people think so differently than how I think but it’s all about life experiences and what we’ve been taught/experienced.
I have continued to think about this for several days. I’m sure great minds have done lots of research but it only took a bag of spilled flour to get the wheels turning in my head.
Last night I was thinking . . why do I feel the need to:
- Grind wheat to make flour?
- Spin wool to make yarn?
- Cook everything from scratch?
- Start seeds in the greenhouse weeks before planting them in the garden, or for that matter . . have a garden at all?
- Have chickens so I can get my own fresh eggs?
- Grow our own fruit?
Why am I not content to go to the store and buy all these things? It has to be something in my past . . something I’ve experienced. I went to bed googling “why do I feel the need to . . “.
No answers yet but let’s just hope I don’t stumble across another bag of spilled flour any time soon. That has created some rather deep thoughts! 🙂
Sara Fridley says
Because you truly enjoy the challenge of mastering those tasks.
Judy Laquidara says
I do!
Susan Nixon says
Quality? I’m willing to settle for store quality to avoid the work, but you aren’t. Going hungry as a child made me not too picky about food. There are only a few things I absolutely won’t eat, and I rarely have to eat any of them, so it’s all good until the crash. =)