The Evolution of Oats
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Today I made oats for breakfast. Boiled some water, put in the oats, and got out my coconut creamer from the fridge, to find it had expired 😨. Then a long battle in my mind ensued - why did I not buy enough??! why did I not use it enough??! I cannot risk going out for one thing, especially without a car, especially during a pandemic! Maybe this company put the expiration date much sooner to avoid lawsuits, I unreason reasonably.💁🏽 I mean this is America. I desired oats and I desired them creamy. I added the possibly dead creamer to my boiling oats.
I taste the oats. This does not taste good. I am going to die. I made a mistake. Now I will waste this. Fuck! I am such a weirdo. 🤦🏽♀️ My heart, ignoring my mind exclaims strawberries! I cut these beautiful chopping board staining sweet berries and sprinkle them onto my oats.
I taste the oats. Better, but I might die from this. Also now it’s too sweet. Sugar is so bad for health. 🙋🏽My heart exclaims — almond shavings! So I add some of those.
I taste the oats. If I die from this it would be the saddest death. I can see the headline — A person dies from expired creamer during a pandemic. 🥴Then my heart says ‘peanut butter’! I add a spoonful onto my oats.
I taste the oats. Yummy! Wow, Mansi, you are the classic overthinker 🤔, the worse that can happen is that you might get sick from the expired creamer. Yeah! that's right and this tastes so good now. I put another spoonful into my mouth.
Friends, today, I made and ate oats. I, step by step learned to yummify it with small sprinkles of my heart’s delight 🤩even while my mind tweeted incessantly and annoyingly. Today, along with my coconut creamer, my avoidance of death also expired. Everything evolves, just like my oats through the evolution of my mind from the tugs of my heart, even when infused with something that is possibly dead.