Growing up, my family had many rituals. One was our dinner event.
One child would set the table.
The meal always started with a salad followed by a plate with appropriate portions of starch, protein, and vegetables. Dessert was available to those that finished everything on their plate.
One child would clear the table and pack the dishwasher, and one child would wash the pots and pans by hand.
Dessert was a goal, whether mom had baked a pie or cake. Or, if nothing else, ice cream from the enormous store-bought container.
Every so often, the offering would be a can of super sweet Rainier Cherries. Each child would get a small bowl with a few cherries: the can was not particularly large, and there were four of us eager to savor this prized dessert.
Until yesterday I have never purchased fresh Rainier cherries. In my mind, they were a canned fruit because that was my experience. But, unfortunately, I have missed out on the fresh soft flesh of fresh ones all these years because I wasn’t open to challenging my belief.
I wonder today how many things I have written-off based on my experience or the mental notes I have developed.
How often did I miss out because I wasn’t open to “seeing” the opportunity to try/do/develop something new?
Am I questioning myself? Yeah.
To be continued -more questions to ask – Kathy Koenigsdorf
