Eating what’s on my plate with invisible adults usually
seems like such a dauntingly big deal. I only managed half a potato and a few peas today.
There’s so much left over, as usual. I found lots of things that I hadn’t put on my
plate, and I mostly ate those with invisible children instead. Berry picking seems
so much less serious than planned meals do, or I have a detrimental habit of
thinking so, at least. Tomorrow I will remind myself that eating what’s on my
plate with invisible adults really isn’t a big deal. What’s currently on my plate is on my plate for no
other reason than because I put it there because it’s what I want. What a privilege.
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