My mom never loved the pressure cooker. While most moms embraced it in the communist country where time to cook was short, food was scarce, and families were large, my mom always said NO. Even though food was good, and meals were always on time, she refused to use it.
Why? Because more than seeking an easier time during those hard days, everything she did was about us. My mom’s anxiety was always high, though she never talked about it. But that anxiety kept us safe, as best as she could.
Today, I refused to trust my gut. From morning until evening, I said NO to it. NO, I do not want to listen to you! When your mind and gut tell you something different from others, and you already know that you process things differently, you say NO!
NO to my gut today!
Because I’m too tired to deal with everything in one single day.
What would my mom do? I wish you were here, mom, to tell me what to do…and to NOT trust my guts, BUT just live!
I refused a private room arrangement because of my gut!
NO private room in a socialist country—NEVER EVER! Irina taught me that!
When I called my friends, my call rings echo from a closed apartment. It’s not a coincidence or craziness. What happened before is happening again! My gut was right when I discovered it.
Anything else is people doing their jobs for their people, and me watching them.
People are the same! Life is the same! Freedom is the same! For ALL!
What would mom do? How do you convince someone, whose priorities are different from their own kids, that pressure cooking is dangerous for everyone? The time you gain today, you can lose it ALL tomorrow, as dangerous as it can be!
My dad bought a sophisticated pressure cooker for my mom, proud of his “state class achievement.” My mom took that “achievement,” and it became the grain holder for our ducks, geese, and chickens, and the pot for their water. She transformed the “brand name” pressure cooker gift into happiness for our animals and garden.
That’s what my mom taught me.
If you don’t have time, DO NOT COOK! Cook with time and LOVE! Meals are for soul life and health. And never use a pressure cooker as sophisticated as it could be!
It’s better not to cook at all, then! LOL. Eat out!
At the Filipino corner store, a man was selling cheap jeans from a bag. I smiled. People bought them. It’s a culture—the culture of poverty! I lived it in socialism!
Pressure cookers are part of the culture of poverty, where people hurry to gain control over an uncontrollable situation, driven by poorness!
Breathe with me and stay grounded.
My mom always kept her hands on the oven door handle for 5 seconds before starting cooking. To rest. To settle. After that, the meals would follow.
Today, I didn’t trust my gut at all! But I trusted MY MOM!
Moms protect their babies and teach them through life experiences and stories.
Now, you know that your gut is right. Don’t ignore it!