My dad got out of the hospital last night.
And I’m thinking, we live in an amazing time and space in history when someone can be extremely close to death on Saturday and released to go home on Wednesday. Amazing. A modern-day miracle. (I think now’s a great time to say thank you again for all your thoughts and prayers.)
And although no one, most especially my dad, would have chosen to go through what occurred over the last 100 hours; in this case, our choices are largely what got us here.
Love them or hate them, pro them or anti them, the thing is, we can’t escape these choice decisions. Because, as a result of our blessings, we’re completely surrounded by them.
And this abundance reality became especially obvious when I stepped into the Whole Foods headquarters mothership, a mile from my dad’s hospital bed. Because it’s really hard to describe the amounts of consuming choices anyone can stroll through and find themselves surrounded by there. I aimlessly popped in to grab a few quick lunch items and found myself in freaking food mecca. The fruit section alone is bigger than my house and my neighbor’s house combined with extra space for an additional family of four. I picked up a perfect batch of blueberries for us all to share and then went to a fancy meat bar section to get the HcQ a fancy beef plus organic equals love entrée. I cruised past the fish, barbecue, wine, cheese, chocolate, dairy, bakery, specialty cuisine and rhythm sections, plus about 17 other sections, complete with a variety of themed tasting piazzas that I can’t recall right now, and into the salad bar section where I grazed tiny scoops of pulled chicken, edemame, roasted tomatoes and organic pasta for our Hurricane. And honestly, by the time it was my turn, I was over it.
Like a child with too many toys, the many options were no longer interesting to me. I wanted simple, easy. I walked over to the pre-made, pre-wrapped cold sandwich section and picked up a turkey on wheat. Done.
As I distributed the comestibles, I tried to explain to those who spoke a language, what I’d just encountered. And I couldn’t. Or I didn’t. Or I didn’t care. I can’t remember. All I know is that I was overwhelmed by this single choice selection experience, it made me think of the thousands we all regularly have, face, get, and ignore each day. In our world of plenty, we have so many options of curried summer squash soup here, or roasted duck with the mango salsa there, it’s sometimes just easier to settle for easy, for good enough, for cold soggy turkey.
Not to swim too far to the deep end here, but it seems I’m noticing my blessings lately. And I’m looking forward to celebrating them. Instead of being overwhelmed, or annoyed, or exhausted by the options, I’m going to attempt to seek them out, recognize them, and celebrate them.
Because I think I’m tired of cold soggy turkey. And I think I’m going to like looking out for that organic radicchio and spinach salad with grapes, walnuts and blue cheese around the corner. Because that’s the new pink. At least for me. And I hope it lasts.