So, I’m watching Masterchef right now (You know, the show where Chef Ramsay gets to yell at people, but with less bleeped-out profanity. Oh, and Graham gets to look cute and nice with his perfectly-sculpted poofy hair-do, and Joe gets to be harsh, angry, and critical, in as nice a way as possible).
The contestants were given the opportunity to pick their own Mystery Box Challenge ingredients to produce what the judges termed “you on a plate.” After the contestants got the ingredients for their best dish, the judges pulled the rug out from under them and told them to pass the ingredients for their best dish to the person in front of them, then cook something incredible. You can imagine the immediate looks of shock and horror.
Being the “I see metaphors” type, my brain immediately engaged in how this particular episode relates to the basic premise of this blog (In case you hadn’t caught on, I believe you have a choice in life).
How many times do we feel like we get to serve up the best of ourselves to the rest of the world? I mean, really? How frequently do you feel like you are in your element and winning this game we call life? I would venture to guess, not that often. To use cooking metaphors, this is probably because you are trying to use all of the wrong ingredients. Maybe you thought were an introvert, but you’re really an extrovert. Maybe your parents guided you (with good intentions) into a profession that doesn’t really feel right. Maybe you just got caught up in a whirlwind of bad choices and now you’re stuck with the consequences.
(Excuse me while I go retch in the loo)
Anyway, the point is that the best you is somewhere in there, waiting to come out and live in the real world. Like I mentioned yesterday, all the ingredients you need to be the best you are already there inside you. That’s right, you, on a plate. That’s right, the best you can be served up on the plate of life. You just have to clean out that pantry, chuck out the bad stuff, and get busy making greatness.
But, let’s be real: changing your life takes time (i.e. lots of counseling. And tissues. Don’t forget the tissues), courage, intentionality, and perseverance. But, it can be done. No amount of whining, angry eyebrows, or feet shuffling will ever convince me otherwise.
You just have to decide