I’m not going to judge you.
But I want you to be honest with me.
Are you still eating Thanksgiving leftovers?
I’m jealous if you are. I spent Thanksgiving in a non-traditional place, so I ate non-traditional food and missed out on one of my favorite traditions: eating leftovers for as many days as they last.
Don’t balk at that statement. I’m not a gross person. I just know a good financial choice when it is sitting in my fridge.
Dear free home-cooked food, I will eat you forever. Amen.
I don’t get sick of the same meal. If it is in my kitchen and delicious, I’m not upset with eating it for lunch and dinner. And lunch and dinner the next day.
I like leftovers.
When something is really good the first time, I’m the queen of sitting at that same table, day after day.
But here’s the truth: in everything but Thanksgiving, leftovers are actually expensive.
If I sit down and read the same Bible verse day after day, because it spoke to my moment on a Tuesday, how much am I miss the next Monday by expecting that same verse to do the same thing?
Not that you can’t read a Bible verse more than once in your life, but…
you can’t expect the same meal to feed you over. and. over.
And it extends farther than that. To relationships. To your creative craft. To anything that you can do really well once and try to replicate.
We can be honest. Leftovers are good, but the original meal is the win. But for some reason, I find myself trying to repeat a good thing instead of risk and create something new.
I’m not going to tie on a bow on this one. That’s your job. It’s Christmas time, after all. But I just want to leave you with one more post-Thanksgiving question:
Where are you settling for leftovers?
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