|Hmmm… let's over think this all week, shall we? ℅ Google Images.|
But unlike a crockpot dinner, after a half day of stewing we don't end up with a wonderful pot of savory, nourishing goodness. Stewing in our heads doesn't make it any better, or our minds much clearer. Why not do an errand? Continue with your regular routine? Work on a post? Attend a yoga class? Deep condition your hair? Or in my case, actually pick up more available hours at work? Why is it that when we are stressed, the very things that bring us comfort and routine are the very things we omit from the pot first? Why do we let the anxiety and stress paralyze us? Why do we abandon the things that make us feel good and most like ourselves in favor of stewing in sadness, fear, uncertainty, dissatisfaction, or anger? Who invited those guys to the party? Why does stewing seem to be the best option when really, we should turn off the heat and quit sitting in it.
|Remember that scene in Julie and Julia when she burned the boeuf bourguignon while sleeping? So sad.|