We can eat because we have to, or we can make eating a daily celebration of life. I’m thin, so most people don’t even guess how much I enjoy eating.
Shopping is a tiny but important thing, one we often rush through without much consideration to its impact on our life. Those ten minutes we spend every other day in a supermarket can decide not only our long-term health, but the future of our planet.
For many years, I thought that I could be happy only if I did such and such a thing, or met such and such a person, or lived in such and such a place. Naturally, happiness was never where I was, but somewhere “over there”, and if sometimes I did manage to get “over there”, I found out that what I was searching for wasn’t actually there, but in some other place, and so on. Nowadays, I like to think I find in everyday patterns, in the balance of careful habits, something more concrete and more nourishing than happiness.