Delight. Triple delight, specifically. Or maybe your Chinese food take-out place calls it something else, but you know what I mean. It’s chicken and beef and shrimp, plus vegetables and noodles or rice.
It’s the solution for those of us who just really don’t like to choose. Beef or shrimp or chicken . . . yeah, a choice can be made. But must it? Can’t I have the best of all three worlds?
For that same reason, I find it hard to order from a menu without making one alteration or another. Sally Albright and I? Kindred restaurant-ordering souls.
And I get moderately defensive – I’m not picky, I say, I just know what I like. If the kitchen can make it, it’s not unreasonable and I’m willing to pay extra, why can’t I ask for it?
Bigger picture: If I’m willing to work for it, why can’t I have it? If you’re willing to work for it, why can’t you have it?
No reason why not.
Sure, the world is ready to give you reasons why you can’t. It’s not on the figurative menu, the world will tell you.
Not on the menu? So what? Go order it.
If you want it? If it’s your dream? Go make an impact. Go make a difference. Go do it.
(When Harry Met Sally restaurant scene image via pickyeaterblog.com.)