I grew up eating a lot of meat.
I thought vegetarians were strange. Missing out. Just trying to put on a show. Being difficult.
And now I am one. A vegetarian.
It started with a small thought In my mind as I prepared meals with meat. I decided to mindfully eat meat to figure out what was going on. I realized that I just could not do it anymore. And that was over six years ago.
This morning, I practiced by mindfully eating a melon I bought at Trader Joe’s yesterday. I noticed the coldness, the sweetness. The knife cuts, the seed I missed while scooping out the center. I thought about where it came from. Who picked it. How it got to New York. To my hands. To my home. To my plate.
I suspect I will notice a lot more details about my day because of mindfully eating that fruit. The residual effect of practice makes me better at life.