Leftovers

You can almost see this one coming. Big Holiday meal. Full bellies. Too many pies. Not enough burp...quantity or quality. All conspiring to create leftovers.

Soup. That's one way to go. Sandwiches are another. Turkey quiche, stuffing...on anything. While the possibilities are endless the innovative appeal wanes pretty quickly. I am presently staring at a few misshapen triangles of pie that seem trying to make themselves seem appealing while knowing full well, they are unappealing. Tough place.

Under different circumstances the same leftovers might offer different possibilities. Turkey Tetrazini. Monte Cristo sandwiches. Pot Pie. Turkey of course...but today, being worn out from too much turkey everything looks uninspired. I've thought about the components too long.

Ideas can become stale too. Possibilities appear listless or droopy. Where once they seemed to bath in light and the path was clear, now they stand slumped. Remember the kitchen before the Holiday meal compared to the post-pie dust-up. What was once an attractive idea has only to be chewed upon, or discussed to be cast aside.

Where are your leftovers? The ideas that jolted you alive? Engaged, prompted and pushed you into the present moment.

Then kept you there with the power of possibility.

Check behind the worry. Move a dish. Look around. Recall the energy of excitement that was the meal before they were leftovers.