Sometimes, your mother tells you things that don’t really seem true at the time, but you figure out that, as usual, she was right in the long run. One such lesson is “that’s what works for me/my family”. She tells me I should say this anytime I feel judged. And she reminds me of this idea anytime I’m tempted to judge others.
Example: I sometimes feel a wee bit judged when it comes to my work ethic or my ability to participate in meaningful outside of work/family activities. But the thing is, I’m really stingy with my time. This is mostly because, as an introvert, I am at my best when I spend most evenings at home, and a good chunk of the weekend, too. My job requires a lot of extroversion, and I need plenty of quiet downtime to recover. Too much in the way of extracurriculars, and my energy and disposition go downhill fast. I’ve learned this about myself, so I’ve stopped pretending like it isn’t true. One outside activity a week, thank you. And some weeks, even that’s pushing it. I’m not a shut-in, I swear. It’s just that I really believe in living life to its fullest, and for me, the only way to do that is to get plenty of alone time. And then the judgment. That’s when my mom suggests I just respond with, “that’s just what works for me”.
And obviously, there are plenty of times when I’m prone to judge others, and I have to remind myself “that’s just what works for them”.
On a related note, I’m kind of addicted to the Awesome Etiquette podcast from the Emily Post Institute and the Infinite Guest Network. Seriously, get on that. I’m finding that an appropriate response in at least half of all the etiquette questions they feature could be, “that’s just what works for me”. Geez, mom…
Speaking of being tolerant…
A couple months ago, I was wandering through Costco. I find this can be a good strategy for discovering new gluten free goodies, but also sometimes wreak havoc on my wallet. I discovered Tolerant red lentil rotini. Made with red lentils, one serving boasts 21g of protein and 13g of dietary fiber. Whoa.
I put it back down, figuring it probably tastes pretty disgusting. So I hopped on the internet and started reading reviews, which were, surprisingly, overwhelmingly positive.
And then it sat in my cupboard, because who wants to eat red lentil pasta? During the great kitchen purge of 2015, I felt a twinge of guilt at hoe many expired food items I threw out. So I finally cooked it tonight with some leftover meat sauce from the weekend.
I have to be honest, it’s pretty delicious.