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On Settling For Enough
Apr. 8th, 2010 01:06 amSo, the trip back from LA didn't exactly go as planned.
We meant to drive back on Friday and, well. Stuff happened. We got clear of the City around 7 pm instead of 11 am. We were more tired than two Old Folks like us ought to be. And the rental truck was a pig.
So we stopped at a motel at 11pm and headed out around 11:30 for food. The only thing open was a Denny's.
This was not the plan. It was not the bed we meant to sleep in. It was not the place we meant to eat (We'd driven as far as we had that night in the hopes of pea soup.) And if you're looking for romance in your road trips, well, two cranky sore tired people in their 40s with more driving ahead in the morning is ... perhaps not it.
Also? I don't like Denny's.
But somehow while I was eating my supper, a little bit of grace arrived - possibly in the tea - and I found myself thinking about settling, not for less, but for enough.
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pecunium and I were together. We were off the road, and safe. The rain had stopped. We had a bed to go to, and clean clothes for morning. There was a bit of rum left in the flask; just enough to be heartening.
And it turns out that with a bit of careful management I can get a meal at Denny's that doesn't force me to eat fake vile 'edible' oil crap. (Bacon, sausage, biscuit and grits, from the 'make your own breakfast' option, and a cup of black tea).
It wasn't particularly tasty food, but it was basically honest, it was digestible, it was reasonably nourishing, and it was hot.
It wasn't what I wanted, and it was at the end of a long, fairly gruelling day of "not what we wanted'. But it was enough.
So this is me remembering to write this up, to remind myself not to conflate my wants with my needs, and not to conflate settling for 'less' with recognising 'enough'.
We meant to drive back on Friday and, well. Stuff happened. We got clear of the City around 7 pm instead of 11 am. We were more tired than two Old Folks like us ought to be. And the rental truck was a pig.
So we stopped at a motel at 11pm and headed out around 11:30 for food. The only thing open was a Denny's.
This was not the plan. It was not the bed we meant to sleep in. It was not the place we meant to eat (We'd driven as far as we had that night in the hopes of pea soup.) And if you're looking for romance in your road trips, well, two cranky sore tired people in their 40s with more driving ahead in the morning is ... perhaps not it.
Also? I don't like Denny's.
But somehow while I was eating my supper, a little bit of grace arrived - possibly in the tea - and I found myself thinking about settling, not for less, but for enough.
pecunium and I were together. We were off the road, and safe. The rain had stopped. We had a bed to go to, and clean clothes for morning. There was a bit of rum left in the flask; just enough to be heartening. And it turns out that with a bit of careful management I can get a meal at Denny's that doesn't force me to eat fake vile 'edible' oil crap. (Bacon, sausage, biscuit and grits, from the 'make your own breakfast' option, and a cup of black tea).
It wasn't particularly tasty food, but it was basically honest, it was digestible, it was reasonably nourishing, and it was hot.
It wasn't what I wanted, and it was at the end of a long, fairly gruelling day of "not what we wanted'. But it was enough.
So this is me remembering to write this up, to remind myself not to conflate my wants with my needs, and not to conflate settling for 'less' with recognising 'enough'.
