There was a time when no problem was too big for a log of chocolate chip cookie dough.
Sure the label warns it’s not to be consumed raw, but sometimes a girl’s got to throw caution to the wind, and live on the wild side.
I haven’t indulged for AGES. I guess I’ve been eating a fairly healthy diet–lots of fresh fruit, unsweetened yoghurt, poached eggs, avocado and of course wine, which is in the Bible, so it’s got to be good.
So the chocolate chip cookie dough was meant to be a real treat.
Instead the lump I ate is sitting in my tummy like, well…a lump. Ugh! The rest of it’s in the fridge waiting to go in the garbage.
Not being able to stomach raw cookie dough is clearly an adult problem.
So, yeah, adulting sucks.
The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz was recommended to me.
The four agreements are basically rules to live by. They’re quite simple, but all encompassing. I can see how following them will lead to peace and contentment.
Spoiler Alert–These are the four agreements:
- Be impeccable with your word: use your words to create beauty, love and heaven on earth.
- Don’t take anything personally (this is a hard one for me.)
- Don’t make assumptions (another hard one for me.)
- Always do your best.
There’s more to the book, but this is the meat and potatoes.
I’m trying to let go of my old ways to embrace these four agreements. I hope, in time, the agreements become second nature and I don’t have to consciously decide to follow them. In the meantime, just being aware that I’m taking something personally or making an assumption has been helpful.
The Chihuahua verdict: four paws up!
D used to wear a hamster-like hair accessory back in the late-90’s.
When it wasn’t residing on her head it so resembled a rodent, we called it Hammie.
I recently discovered Hammie 2.0 on the half-price table at the Pharmasave! (Can you believe this beauty was on sale???)
Thanks to Hammie 2.0, I’m able to proudly follow in D’s fashion footsteps…a mere twenty years behind her!
Trying hard to stay positive and believe the Universe will bring amazing gifts…but that nagging negative voice in my head won’t shut up.
I read that Harry and Meghan (or more likely their staff) reply to every congratulatory message they receive.
D, who’s an avid monarchist, is kindly letting me use her home as my mailing address while I’m in the cottage.
So…I sent Harry and Meghan an engagement card just to get a response.
Tee hee–I know D will grill me the second that royal envelope arrives on her door step.
I haven’t decided whether I’ll ‘fess up immediately, or draw the prank out. (“A wedding invitation! You know I met Charles at the Buck House Garden Party when we lived in England. I must’ve made quite an impression!”)
The fact that I’m so pleased with myself confirms two truths:
- The devil finds work for idol hands. (Clearly I don’t have enough to occupy myself these days.)
- No good deed goes unpunished. (Thanks for letting me use your address for my mail, D!)
Slipped on the stairs outside kitchen door: check
Tripped over a pair of shoes by the back door: check
Took a tumble off my front deck: check
Fell off the step leading to N’s sunken living room: check, check–did it twice 😦
So many activities I never tried because I was too afraid of getting hurt (gymnastics, horseback riding, ice skating…) and THIS happens when I leave my teeny, tiny cottage for a nice safe walk.
There’s some irony in there somewhere.
It’s 4:00 and time to answer the eternal question:
Wine or tea?