Never in my life time have I ever had this awesome and wonderful feeling of having too many options for breakfast. I grew up on food banks and eating whatever we had, no substitutes and no picky eating. Growing up and on my own, same thing. Sure I had food stamps for a little while but then I got a letter saying that my $10 an hour was making too much and that was taken away. After I got married it was fun making meal plans and deciding what we’d eat for the week, but then we got burnt out of eating the same thing even if it was dressed up another way.
Anyway I got recognized at work in a huge way recently and my pay has gone up significantly and I’ve never seen this much money all at once on one paycheck. I got bills paid and had money to get food we actually wanted without worrying if we would have enough money for gas.
The whole point of this post is I sat on the floor of my kitchen and cried into my coffee because for the first time it hit me that I didn’t know what to eat for breakfast, not because I didn’t have anything, but because I had options.