Yesterday for the first time in months, I reached for the frozen food at the back of my freezer. I’ve been sick the last couple of days and didn’t want to leave the house to buy groceries. “What’s the harm?” I asked myself, as I chewed a mouthful of fries and fishsticks. Turns out, quite a bit. The meal left me feeling worse than the empty stomach had. No doubt my already sick stomach had something to do with it, but I think the real culprit here was my switch to a high sodium processed meal. I love cooking and baking, but when I’m stressed or tired it can be hard to remember that. Making a meal from scratch is a lot of work, and the clean up feels like twice as much. Clearly, I have much to learn when it comes to patience in the kitchen. Had I made a simple meal with the ingredients I did have, I believe that my discomfort could have been lessened. Instead, I chose the ease of convenience and skipped a corner that I should have known to walk around. These learning opportunities crop up every so often. Usually when I seem to be forgetting life’s seemingly simple lessons. So next time I see myself following a path simply because it is easier to do so, I hope that I will take some time to think. Does the trail lead to someplace great? Or am I walking without thinking, going nowhere in particular?