Forget perfection…the broken cook

Next awesome retreat on the menu:  Abundance, Desire and The Work Retreat. A weekend to discover what we really want.  March 25-27, 2016 Seattle.
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Don’t evolve yourself beyond your own evolution. If you can’t or don’t cook….accept reality.

I admit it.

I’d like to be like Someone Awesome.

You know that person out there, who is genius at doing something you want to do?

That person you admire?

Maybe you keep it secret, to yourself.

But you know, they’re so cool and have lots of…..(fill in the blank) and you wish you could be that way, too.

Except.

The urge for perfection is tricky….and not so very happy.

It’s very stressful to consider yourself less than perfect, less than the ideal version you see in your mind’s eye, whether it’s you or someone else you think is (or could be) better.

The thing is, this “ideal” version can always float in the background, no matter how advanced, or evolved, or improved you become.

The other day, my mom stopped by for a visit.

She had texted a few hours before, so I knew she was coming.

Mostly, my thoughts were thrilled. I hadn’t seen her in a month since she’d been traveling through Israel and Jordan with a large group on a long-awaited adventure. I couldn’t wait to ask her about her trip.

And then I had the thought, only about 20 minutes before she arrived when I opened my fridge and stared into it….

….oh no.

It’s going to be supper time.

Shoot.

It would be polite to offer….well….dinner.

She said she’d be visiting around 5:20 pm and needed to be at her band practice at 7:00 pm.

It sounds like dinner time.

Oops. Panic. Dang it.

Sure enough…..just 20 minutes later she entered my living room, took off her coat and said, “You got anything to eat? I only have a protein bar in my car. I’m a little off on the time zone.”

There is no better way to reveal my imperfection than with cooking and meal preparation.

Yes, I do teach eating peace. I am that same person.

I teach peaceful eating, mindful eating. Twenty years ago I binge-ate and obsessed about too much or not enough or what’s right with food, and now I feel far more normal when it comes to intake and output, hunger and fullness.

But that’s with feeling the right amount.

As in, I feel hungry, I eat. I feel full, I stop.

I am sooooo happy with this situation.

I don’t exactly care that much about cooking. Or dishes. Or recipes. Or what goes with what.

I just notice I enjoy eating (never the case before because it was fraught with so much agony and conflict) and I like it right there. No intense passion for flavors or menus or anything like that. I honestly can’t be bothered or get myself to focus on planning meals.

Not even close.

So my mother says she’s hungry and my mind is already thinking “You knew this would happen, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you race to the store?”

I make black sticky rice (we always have packages of sticky rice from Uwajimaya Grocery Store in the cupboard) and steamed broccoli.

My mom is a kind of health nut.

I have grated cheese for a topping. That should be OK. I hope.

Now, already, a day later….this is all kind of funny.

But soooo serious yesterday.

Worry. Not perfect. Screwed up on dinner hour awareness. Not a good cook.

Bad.

…..Time for inquiry…..

Who would I be without the belief that the very best most perfect version of me would whip up a little supper meal in an instant and please my mother thoroughly?

Who would I be without the belief that I should know how, and want, to cook dinner?

Who would I be without the belief that I should like something I don’t like?

People feel worried about this not with just meal-making, but partners, jobs, houses, vacation plans, their bodies.

You dream of the other ideal Someone Better you wish you could be.

Who would you be without the belief that what you like and want should be true?

Oh.

You mean, like if yesterday I thought….”I’ve got rice and broccoli and cheese….but even that, I don’t want to hover over in the kitchen. Who wants to watch the stove…anyone??”

I could ask for what I want.

I could laugh.

Yesterday, the “bad dinner” was so serious.

It really, was!

Until I questioned my thoughts of perfection and the ideal version of Grace the cook.

Turning the thought around: In that exact moment and situation, I should be just as I was. With just those ingredients in my fridge. Standing with my mother at that exact dinner hour. Wanting to please and offer supper, and not feeling up to the job.

Hmmmm.

How could this be true, or truer?

That was the reality.

I notice…..everyone lived.

“Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in.”
~ Leonard Cohen 

Today she wrote me a note…..

…..”thanks for the great supper last night!”

Much love,

Grace

P.S. Peace Talk this week. A little lighter topic: Life and Death.

The Crack Is Where The Light Gets In

eruption_mount_st_helens_05-18-80When I was in my late teens, I discovered that people wrote books about recovering from suffering, finding peace, faith, understanding why we’re here, the meaning of life.

Before that, I thought all books were stories!

(Ha ha, you could say they all ARE stories, no matter what they’re about!)

One of the first authors who came across my world when I discovered people sharing their knowledge about life was M. Scott Peck who wrote The Road Less Traveled in 1978. I came across it when everyone was talking about it, maybe two years later.

Perfect timing for me….I just dropped out of college because of having a huge existential crisis about why I was there, what college was for, where I was going, and how to get rid of my horrible anxiety about it all.

And Mt. St. Helens had just blown up in my home state, too.

My way of handling all the stress was to think and plan and panic, kind of like somebody flailing about as they fall through open sky off a cliff.

The way I would relieve myself was to eat, eat, eat excess amounts of food. Then I’d relieve that activity by running and biking for miles and miles, or throwing up. And then I’d relieve THAT activity by sleeping and feeling depressed. And then I’d relieve THAT activity by thinking, analyzing and feeling anxious about something. And then I’d relieve THAT activity by eating….

….go back to jail, do not collect $200 (like the game of monopoly, without winning).

It got bad enough that I couldn’t concentrate on my classes anymore, or the text books we were reading. I didn’t like being graded, either. Too skittish about other peoples’ opinions, including my professors.

Oh, to have had more clear self-inquiry back then….

….but I also see it went the way it needed to go, in just the right order and timing.

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeing deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.” ~ M. Scott Peck

Who would you be without the belief that the time you remember in the past that was horrible and rotten, unfair and difficult…was all for nothing?

When Scott Peck spoke at the University of Colorado at Boulder when I lived near there, I immediately signed up to see him.

He may have been one of the first speakers I ever saw who was not playing music or acting on stage. He was just sharing his wisdom, over years of having conversations with people about their deepest woes.

I remember sitting in the audience and thinking “Wait. He’s a regular person! He has cigarettes in his front shirt pocket! What’s that all about!?”

Right then, I discovered that I had no idea what wisdom looked like. I had no idea what freedom really meant. I didn’t know what was really good or bad, right or wrong…all of it was all mixed up together and my thinking couldn’t sort it all out with firm answers.

I knew that Scott Peck was very imperfect, but he was a brilliant author and he helped many people, including me.

Who would you be without the belief that you have to have it all together, do it “right”, be good, even eat a certain way in order to be acceptable and worthy, in order to feel peace?

Whew.

I notice that what happened for me is…I stopped smoking cigarettes in my twenties because they made me feel like crap and being dominated by something like tobacco pissed me off (my own mind was bad enough, and I had a rebellious streak).

I stopped binge-eating because it slowly fell away as I studied my own anxiety and became as honest as possible about who I really was in any given moment, with or without food.

Slowly but surely, it seems my thoughts are less and less important because when I look at them directly, it’s hard to believe they are true.

But even when I believe them….and even if you believe yours….

….there is something OK, unknown, mysterious and beyond-you about it.

Keep going.

You don’t have to be perfect to be wise.

Neither do the people around you.

“Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in.” 

~ Leonard Cohen

If you’re interested in the upcoming Eat In Peace program, a 12 week journey of understanding our relationship to eating, food and our bodies….click HERE to get on the early-bird list for more information which is coming very soon.

Much love, Grace