
10/05/2024
I have a favorite fork
It was one of the things I MADE SURE made it into the packing for our
x-country move
I can look into this dish rack and know exactly which tines belong to my favorite fork
Not because they loook markedly different, no, simply because I KNOW my fork.
The weight of it in my hand
The length of the tines
The way it fits the perfect sized bite for my mouth
I take great joy in eating with this fork
I feel genuine aliveness when I reach for it amongst the clean dishes, and I delight when Mk happens to be preparing a meal or setting the table and I see that she’s given me “Mum’s favorite fork”
It’s a small thing in the grand scheme of life
I can live without it, and I do - on occasion- enjoy a meal with the other forks in the house
But I prefer to use that fork. Every time.
Why bother?
Why take the time to wash this one fork when we have so many other choices?
Why ensure I use this fork almost exclusively?
Simple.
Because it makes me f’n happy
And that is the single best reason to do anything
(Yet the reason that most often gets justified away)
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