Last night, H and I went to our favorite pub and amidst all the sports fans and beer drinkers, this tall woman, in a long dark overcoat, with her hair twisted in a tight not, strode through the bar, walked up to me and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
I shrugged and said, "Sure."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She looked at me again and said, "I thought you worked here."
"I practically do. What's the question?"
"How are the burgers and how much are they?"
"They're good and about eight bucks."
She eyed H.
"Good," H said. "Not the best burger on the planet but they're pretty good."
The tightly wound, mysterious woman said, "I don't eat meat, but I'm craving a burger. So I'm going to honor the craving."
"You should honor the craving. Good for you," H said.
Then she disappeared. Who knows which restaurant's burger actually honored her craving, but H and I really liked that idea of "honoring the craving." All too often, we spend crazy amounts of energy denying ourselves what we really want.
So, and I'm not necssarily talking about food, what craving have you honored lately?
3 months ago