I’m a planner. That means that I would like to be able to sit down and plan what I’m going to write about for the next few days or so. That way I could make sure this blog stays interesting. But I can’t do that. When you’re blogging about your experiences and what you learn from them, then you kinda have to take things as they come.
Which leads us to today’s point. Adaptability. To borrow a phrase from Lemony Snicket, adaptability is a word, which here means “able to adjust oneself readily to different conditions.” Our circumstances are constantly changing, and our degree of adaptability determines how we respond to them. The more flexible we are and the more we are willing to try new things, the easier it often is. But of course, this is easier said than done.
Today, two-thirds of my family started that 10-day detox. This particular detox (from The Daniel Plan by Rick Warren) has us avoiding gluten, dairy, and as much sugar as possible. Rice and quinoa are the only two main carbohydrates that we are eating. We are allowed to eat meat; however, (aside from a little chicken broth that my mom cooked the quinoa in) today was a completely vegan day. Which is highly unusual for a family that usually has meat at least once a day. Needless to say, the four us of participating in the detox were stretched a bit beyond our comfort zone. We had to be adaptable. My dad even ate beets and snow peas—two vegetables he despises.
But we survived day one, and we also tried raw jicama (hi-cah-ma), a Mexican turnip, with our homemade artichoke hummus. It was surprisingly good, and something we never would have encountered if we hadn’t been willing to branch out.
My family experienced something else outside our normal routine today. My cousin got confirmed, so we traveled down to the Catholic Church to support her. The traditional Catholic mass was quite different from our contemporary United Methodist services. But it was also very beautiful. It was so neat to see how God has created people to worship Him in so many different ways. All of them ultimately and uniquely bring the glory to God, which is the whole purpose of worship. So while I was trying to figure out how the songs went, what to say when, and when to stand, sit, or hold hands, I still really enjoyed it. I think all of my family did, even though my 10-year-old brother got a little restless through the hour and a half mass. To be fair, it was also the second church service he had sat through today.
So to sum it all up, each day brings new adventures. If we’re willing to step out of the ordinary, we might find that things aren’t as bad as we thought they would be. (Remember that lesson that they tried to teach you in elementary school?). So often we get caught up in our normal routine, but it’s never too late to try something new! An attitude of adaptability can help us to make the adjustments that we otherwise fear.