We Like Hot Sauce

 

I was pretty together this week and pre-made his lunches to take to work.  It is strangely satisfying.  It feels like a win in life when you do something ordinary but it somehow feels extraordinary.  That is one of the legacy of the last two years.  We looked for wins in life.  We couldn't do so many of the things we may have wanted, so we started looking for the extraordinary in the ordinary.  

It seemed like a big win to me.  A hot lunch.  No need to worry.  No need to spend money.  

He liked it but he just liked it.  But, then, he put hot sauce on it.  He really liked it.  He told me it was awesome.  I was pleased and since I had some as well knew he was right.  It did need hot sauce to give it a little kick.  

We both like hot sauce.  Just saying that makes me giggle a little.  We both like hot sauce.  It is funny because of where we came from.  I was raised on either Ukrainian food or bbq meat and potatoes.  There was only one spice in my family spice cabinet and that was garlic salt.  Did not even know that other spices existed.  I think I actually got physically sick as a young adult when I had my first taste of curry powder.  And, my father was on a renal diet so we didn't even have a salt shaker.  

His diet growing up was equally bland.  

And, now we crave hot sauce.  How did that happen?  Well, for us, it was choosing to conquer some fears.  No, we weren't necessarily scared of spice, but we were complacent.  Scared of trying new things.  Scared of venturing out of our comfort zones.  Scared of putting ourselves out there.  Scared of making a mistake.  

Things changed.  We started taking risks.  Doing things off script.  Getting our of our comfort zones.  Some things worked out.  Some things didn't.  But, the things that didn't work out were just that.  Things that didn't work out.  It wasn't a big deal.  We started wondering what we were afraid of.  We realized how much life we were missing out on.  There was a whole world of choices out there.  

It turns out life is better with some spice.  Some variety.  And, having more spice in my life didn't take anything away from things that I liked.  I still love a plate of perogies.  

I love that we both can transform our lives and our palates.  Even at our age.  Even at any age.  Change is always possible.  Growth can still happen.  We can determine our fate and our design.  It is often difficult.  But, sometimes if we get out of our way, it can be as simple as taking off the top of a hot sauce bottle.  

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