It’s been a while since I’ve done a “lifestyle” post and I almost didn’t write the one you’re reading now. Everything I wrote sounded dismal and depressing to me, going against my philosophy for what “indoob” represents which is being positive. Except when it comes to a bad movie, all bets are off.
But in short, I’ve added to my career plate. More meat rather than veggies. If it’s one thing this foodie can tell you, it’s that too much meat with put you in a food coma faster than the itis (see picture above, food prepared by my sister). To me, they aren’t the same, but very similar. I once had a prime rib that was 3 inches thick and I could wear it as a mask if I wanted to disrespect glorious food like that, but do you think I could have finished it in one sitting? No. In fact, it took 3 attempts to devour it and a serious nap to follow. Let me move on before I get off topic and also stop making myself hungry.
I feel like this new job I’ve taken on is similar to that prime rib, and I already
This wasn’t what I had, but imagine it bigger, cooked well done.
have a big juicy burger (with lots of stuff on it) already on my plate, which would be 3S:FX and all the projects under that, including The Lost Dial. Plus fries, pickles, coleslaw, beans and a big cupcake. By the way, I don’t like pickles, just putting that out there and add to the career plate that we have to do things that we don’t like sometimes. But as you can imagine, all of this is spilling all over the plate and onto the table (or it’s a really big plate) and that’s what my life kinda feels like these days.
To throw a spiritual spin on it, God is a refreshing glass of ice cold water to wash it down.
But in this imagery, there is no one saying I need to eat all of this in one sitting, mostly because I can’t as much as my eyes might want to. I’d probably die. What I need to do is cut it up into pieces, take off what I can’t eat and save it for later, freeing up room on my plate. But I sometimes have a hard time distinguishing need vs want, and eyes vs stomach. I could end up a heart attack prone fat man, or a average sized successful guy. Maybe trade the cupcake for an apple. I don’t know what either represent in this scenario. Maybe my actual diet?
Anyway, that’s what I’m dealing with. Join us next time for another riveting episode of “This Delicious Life.”
