Every time I go out to brunch, no matter the restaurant, I open the menu, I drool over all the delectable delights to choose from, daydreaming about pancakes dripping with melted butter and maple syrup...
And then I order the bacon and eggs.
It's a lesson I learned some time ago. That even though the Belgian waffle is oh-my-gawd delicious, I will eat that Belgian waffle, keeping an envious eye on someone else smart enough to order the bacon and eggs, and then I'll push away from the table, ready for a nap while still feeling unsatisfied. So I stick to what I know will taste awesome and won't leave me wishing I'd ordered something else1.
Recently, I had a choice to make...it was a bacon-and-egg vs. French toast kind of a choice really. It didn't seem particularly significant or earth-shattering at the time. Two options were presented, both, I knew, would be a great time either way, but, when push came to shove, I chose bacon and eggs.
And I didn't realize that's what I'd done in the moment I made my choice. It wasn't until later, when I laid in bed, sleep eluding me, that I knew I'd made my choice based on what would be fun and fulfilling in the long run and not just what would be kickass and sparkly for just a moment but ultimately leaving me wishing I'd done something entirely different.
Rarely do I know so quickly, if ever, that I've made the right decision...unless, you know, I'm at brunch and have ordered the bacon and eggs. This time, I just knew. It was right. And I liked it.
1: This philosophy only applies to brunch. Any other meal out and I'm much more adventurous.