Let me count the ways, guys.
Of course, I immediately wanted to apply my salad-based epiphany to everything else in my life that I ‘hated.’
And you, I imagine, could too.
Do you really, actually hate road trips?
Or do you hate the stomachache that comes with gas station food?
Or the motion sickness?
Or having to listen to terrible local radio stations?
Do you really, actually hate organized sports?
Or do you hate the shitty teammate who yells when you miss the ball?
Or the pulled muscles?
Or that you look dumpy in those basketball shorts?
Do you really, actually hate going home for the holidays?
Or do you hate sleeping on that lumpy pull out sofa?
Or your aunt’s insistence on asking why you’re still single?
Or the totally-not-vegan-friendly meals?
All of those are legitimate reasons to not like something. But my salad-inspired epiphany requires me to point out that you might actually like road trips if you packed luscious picnic lunches that you ate overlooking something gorgeous.
You might really enjoy organized sports if you stretched a bit more and played on a different team.
You might not mind Thanksgiving at Aunt Judy’s if you brought your own snacks or a really nice airbed.
Of course, you might also discover that nope, nope you still hate road trips and softball will never, ever be your game.
But in the process you might also hate those things a little less.
And wouldn’t that be lovely?
What things have you (erroneously) thought you hated? What changes have you made to ‘hated’ activities to make them nearly-enjoyable? I’d love to hear your insights!