Each morning I eat a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast . . . two pouches as a matter of fact. It is one of the delights of getting older that it is not only a good idea to get your fibre, but a necessity . . . oh joy. I buy two flavours of oatmeal in pre-packaged pouches: Apple & Cinnamon and Maple & Brown Sugar
I know that I could just buy a large bag of “quick oats” and just use that, but I don’t feel like eating something which tastes like soggy cardboard. I am not that cheap . . . not yet. Though I will admit that as I type this my mind churns on how I could flavour the stuff myself and make my own little bags of quick oats . . . . hmm.
I alternate each day, one day I eat Apple & Cinnamon and the next day I eat Maple & Brown Sugar. The Apple & Cinnamon has a bit of false advertising thing going on. It tastes pretty much like plain Oatmeal with little apple chunks in it . . . bland and tasteless.
The Maple & Brown Sugar actually tastes like Maple and Brown Sugar . . . flavour . . . who knew. I have thought about just buying the Maple & Brown Sugar, but then that would turn bland over time. With no variety, things lose their flavour, it all tastes the same and just normal, there is no delight in it.
Our days are like that too. You can’t always have good days. You can’t always be in a good mood, this just isn’t normal. (Seriously, if you are ALWASYS in a good mood I would suspect that you may be benefitting from some “chemical assistance” in that regard).
Part of the flavour of life comes from the sour notes; the bad times. You need the bland to balance the salt; the sour to play off of the sweet. Variety really is the spice of life (not just for lovers anymore).
I will admit that there are times that I am frustrated with my little place and all that I am enduring, and doing so alone. Yes, even the fact that I am living this lifestyle, having to do so to get ahead. I shout, yell and scream at the walls at the injustice of it all and just let it go.
I then pause and focus on the positive things. I look back on how much I have accomplished, and how close I am to my goal of unsecured debt freedom. This causes me to smile so I get up and carry on.
You need the Apple Days to enjoy those Maple Days when they do come along.