On Vulnerability and Vegetables for Breakfast…Carrot, Pistachio and Honey Yogurt

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As adults, I find that we rarely, truly confront discomfort.  We can go years without putting ourselves in that very vulnerable place of learning something new, being in a situation that scares us, or exploring the unknown with no way to predict what might happen.  In my work, I see women fighting with the inevitability of the unknown in birth:  for many, not knowing what will happen during the course of their labour and birth and not knowing whether they will achieve the outcomes they had hoped for is enough to send them into the throes of in-depth contingency planning or panic, or both.

Unlike in our childhood, when we knew so little about the world and every day had the potential to hold an earth-rocking life lesson, from toilet training to reading to getting a first job, adults rarely step out of what we know and into that place of learning and growth.  It’s really scary, actually, because after a while we have a pretty good sense of confidence that we can successfully go about our day, making ourselves food to eat, driving our cars to work, doing our jobs, coming home and being with family and friends, and repeating that process the next day.  

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There is great vulnerability in stepping into the unknown; thrusting ourselves into unfamiliar territory.  Having taught adult swimming lessons for years and then scuba diving for many more after that, I regularly encountered people who had decided to be in that space of learning something new as an adult.  Trust me, there is nothing more vulnerable than learning how to swim as an adult, when it is harder to learn balance and movement in the water, and when the instinctual fear of drowning gathers power with over-thinking and analysis.

There’s a lot of power to be gained, though, in practicing our ability to grow beyond our comfort zones.  I was reminded of this when I took my motorcycle training course a couple weekends ago.  I was scared, and tentative, doing something I had never done before, and doing it in front of all these tough guys in leather jackets.  There wasn’t a lot of room for my insecurities, and so I packed them away and got on with it.  I wobbled and stalled the bike and creeped over gravel patches.  My stomach flipped and flopped and I did the skills poorly four or five times before getting the hang of them.  My ego was somewhere back at home or at work, where I usually know what I’m doing, and I was driving around a parking lot, firmly rooted in the vulnerability of personal growth.

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I hope I don’t forget to make a habit of throwing myself into the unknown, be it by trying a new recipe or a new skill or a new way of life.  I think that the more I do it, the more confident I will be that I can find my way through all that newness, unknown, and vulnerability, and come out the other side a little stronger, a little more self-aware, and maybe a little better.

Carrot, Honey and Pistachio Yogurt
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Ingredients
  1. 3 carrots, peeled and chopped
  2. 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  3. 1/4 teaspoon cardamom
  4. 3 tablespoons honey
  5. Juice of 1/2 a lemon
  6. Yogurt, honey and chopped pistachios to serve.
Instructions
  1. Place the carrots in a small saucepan and just cover with water. Cook over medium heat until the carrots are fork-tender. Drain.
  2. Add the spices, honey and lemon, and mash the carrots. I used a hand blender to get them really smooth, but a food processor or regular blender would work.
  3. Dollop on top of yogurt and drizzle with honey and pistachios. Enjoy!
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Comments

  1. Motorcycle license! Ahh, good for you! I love the quote “feel the fear and do it anyway”

  2. I wanted to vomit every single day at school last year. Best thing I ever did. Sometimes scary stuff is the bestest! I can’t even imagine getting on a motorcycle. I imagine I’d tip over, get pinned beneath the bike, and then die alone with wild dogs tearing at my body. (We don’t have a lot of wild dogs in Fairview, but still.) Thus, I plan to learn how to play the ukelele this year. It’s less heavy than a bike.

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