Cake vs. Death

If I put down the starter pistol for today and say that all day I’m going to relax and take it easy while going about my business, and only my business, what would actually happen? My fear of course is that what would happen is large quantities of white processed flour products would be ingested while binge watching Netflix, and that nothing would get accomplished. And then I’d feel bad. And I don’t want to feel bad. So a lot of the time I run around trying to do stuff or buy stuff so that I’ll feel good. Or feel not bad, which is less good than actually good but better than terrible. Better than terrible has been the set point for what feels like a long time.

There’s this theory among some of my friends that one can actually have a better time (feel better, even actually good, more of the time) and accomplish more (more appropriate/true self kinda stuff rather than just stuff for the sake of keeping busy stuff) if one lets go of trying to control outcomes. Going with the flow has been mentioned in reference to this type of phenomenon. More than once.

I find this go-with-the-flow theory highly suspect but I am willing to give it a try. I’m pretty willing to give most things a try if the benefits seem convincing. And I have seen some people go through some pretty freaky stuff, more freaky than what I’m currently going through, not that it’s a contest or anything, and some of those people go through it, and they’re walking, talking, living, and they’re really ok.

They’re solid. They’re having a nice time.

And then some people are still hurting from things that happened decades earlier and they don’t seem to be able to even taste the cake they’ve got in front of them right now. “Cake or death,” my friend Sunshine always says. “It’s a choice.”