Sometimes Making Breakfast
is an act of hope
I’ve had a rough week filled with unexpected, worrisome, and truly…not great (to use a bold understatement) experiences. I’ll spare you the gory details.
I had plans: writing, business, a new exercise program I was excited for, lunch with a friend. All of these got thrown off track. The first two barely got done, and at a much lower level than expected. The latter two? Cancelled.
But my week? Still better than far too many people, and likely equal to some others’.
And then last night, the video of Tyre Nichols killing was released. My week was most certainly better than the last month his parents, child, and friends have had.
This is the world we live in, because people in positions of power choose it. But the rest of us? We can keep choosing to take care of each other and ourselves, which brings me to the title of this week’s musing.
Some days, making breakfast is an act of hope.
Some days, making breakfast can even become an act of defiance. Making breakfast, eating breakfast—and maybe even having the good fortune to share that breakfast—tells a harsh, punitive society:
“I don't care what you do to me. Today, I choose to live.”
Every time we make and eat breakfast—or any meal, you pick—we choose to live. Every meal prepared is a commitment to nourish ourselves and each other.
We say, “Not today, despair and death. Not today.”
So, no matter what your week was like, I wish you nourishment. And I hope you are looking death and despair in the eye and choosing life.
best wishes - Thorn
Because of the week I had, the new video I had planned… well. You get the picture. So here’s a brief offering from my secondary series, based on these Substack posts: Kindness is Not Nice. Thanks to all my paid subscribers. Your contribution not only funds this weekly newsletter, but makes accurate closed captioning possible.
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I'm sorry you had such a hard week. My hope is that you have a more gentle and positive week ahead.
It’s been a rough week here too as I was laid off. But it’s the simple rituals of care that have carried all of us through.