I’m still sleepy. I’m still yearning for a vacation. My husband actually made dinner tonight. Part leftovers, part hot dogs for himself and the kiddo. He also solicited Levi’s help in procurring not one but two bottles of wine for me.
I’m thinking about the pendulum theory. The idea that we become that which we fight against. I am part of a food club that is working to create a world that doesn’t include an infected, diseased, industrial food complex. But, I already feel the desires of delegation — the desire to pay for that which I no longer have time to do. I desire commodifying my life to enjoy other parts. So, in a sense, I am becoming that which I am fighting against.
Awareness is certainly the first step.