The momentary evening activity is to take the puppies for a stroll downtown. As we pass by the newest restaurant serving the food of the gods (a.k.a. Mexican food), the scent of freshly sautéed onions tantalizes our taste buds making us acutely aware that we have yet to make dinner plans. Knowing the internal struggle that is taking place in my mind right now, the epic battle between my love for any taste from south of the border and my desire to be healthy, he turns to me and poses the question, “Should we dine in or out tonight?” Before I can stop myself, I say it.
“I don’t care. You choose.”
We’ve noticed our selves doing this a lot lately. Putting off decisions and deflecting responsibility by choosing to respond to one another with indifference. While there are some nights where I genuinely don’t have a preference whether my quesadilla meal is from Casa Bonita or nuestra casa, the problem is this type of response stops us from making real decisions. By choosing not to choose, these words keep us on the couch at night watching reruns of Psych and eating leftover pizza, and answers from whatever, I don’t care, and you choose keep us from living all of our dreams.
So from now until Easter Sunday, Pete and I will be utilizing our newly minted Whatever Jar and chasing those dreams. Each time one of us drops the W-bomb, some our our mula goes in the jar. The same thing goes for I Don’t Know, I Don’t Care, and any other phrase of indifference we catch ourselves using.
In the end, the money will go to a worthwhile charity, but the value of this experience is much more than the content of the jar. Because we will be forced to choose. To make decisions to move our life in one direction or another. Right or wrong as those decisions may be, they will bring us closer to living the life we have imagined because we will be forced into action instead of indifference. And let me tell you, the life we have imagined is pretty darn good.
Just in case you were wondering, that worthwhile charity is TBA. But rest assured, we will decide before Easter and will not have a Bluth-like TBA experience.
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