I unpacked my lunch bag, and there they were: a small bag of baby carrots I had intended to eat with my lunch.
Truth is, I like steamed carrots better than cold carrots. That’s just the way it is. Yet cooking removes some of the nutrients.
Thus. I am vexed over my carrots.
Am working toward a greener diet. I love vegetables and hot lunch. Yet every time I pack that bag: behold.
Intentional carrots.
Which leads me to my next muse.
What are other things I intend to do, but have not yet?
Some things in our daily box of to do are those essentials. We do those pretty routinely.
Spoke with a schoolteacher yesterday who says that every summer, she finally gets her house clean.
I am sure we all sympathize.
So this week, I am going to try to accomplish at least a few things I had endeavored to do.
Intentional carrots make me look like I have my life in order, but truly are nothing unless they are consumed.
That is all for today.
Happy carrots to you š
