Day 5: Cooking salad

I promise this salad thing is going somewhere. Bear with me.

I don’t like cooking by myself or for myself, but I like cooking salads.  And by that I mean that I like cutting vegetables.  They are pretty.  They have cool textures.  Radishes especially make me happy.  I don’t know why.  I like the red outside and the white inside. I like the way they give the knife something to go through.  Cutting radishes brings me an odd little joy.  It’s weird.

Even weirder, though, might be that cooking salad is good thinking time for me.  My hands are busy enough and my mind is occupied enough that other topics will bubble up in my head during that time.  I think about big things while I’m doing small things.  I wonder about the point of things.

The three things I’ve been thinking most about over the last several months are righteousness (does it serve any good purpose?), forgiveness (how do you do it while you still do not understand?), and hope (what’s the point of it?). 

Obviously, it’s super fun to be inside my head.

But these are the things I think about, which means these will be some things I will write about, too.  Because, if you’re me, what’s the point of thinking about them if you don’t write about them?  Does what you do with something define its worth?  Writing them down helps me nail them down a bit, forces me to consider things enough to articulate them.  And it gives me something to look back to remember that I felt that way or thought those thoughts on that day … and I might not feel or think that now.  And that’s okay.