"Life is short;
eat dessert first."
That quote about eating dessert first is a favorite of mine. Not because I've ever done it; I just admire the spunk of it. It seems so "devil may care." I love the rebellion. If only I dared to do it. If only I could. What's stopping me, you might ask.
The waitress had come to take our order at Taggart's, a nice restaurant in the middle of nowhere (Morgan County, Utah, actually). I'd finally decided on a sensible dish that wouldn't wreck my diet when I heard the deep voice beside me order dessert. My mouth dropped open, and I whipped my head around to stare in disbelief. Someone was living my dream. I was in awe.
"I've always wanted to do that," I confessed, after our waitress left with our orders. "You just did what I've always wanted to do."
Why have I denied myself that pleasure? I know exactly why. I have generally lived my life in fear of what others would think of me. I tend to be reactive more than pro-active. Someone would know my weakness for all things sweet. Others would judge my lack of self-control. My family and friends would be disappointed in me. Or maybe, just maybe, somebody would give me a high five and say, "You GO, girl!"
How many times have I ignored or denied the wish of my heart for fear of what someone else would think? What's the worst that would happen if I ordered dessert before dinner, or even just ordered dessert FOR dinner? I think it would make me smile. I think it would make me happy. I can feel a new challenge coming. "Eat dessert first." Challenge accepted. I'll let you know how it goes.