So I ate and egg. What does this mean? Does this mean I don’t eat like a vegan anymore? Does this mean I can go out and eat anything I want? And what if everything I want to eat is everything I’ve already been eating?
It’s interesting that I have not had the desire to have another egg since. For that matter, now that I have broken my eating protocol, diet, habit, choice, (whatever you want to call it), of almost twenty years, I feel like I can go do it again, but I don’t feel like eating anything than what I have been eating.
Some radical vegans might say I’ve “fallen off the wagon,” some my say of my dilemma, that I’ve gotten back on. But frankly, I’m in no mans land. Not sure how to go forward.
For today, I’ll just take one step at a time and see what my body tells me, my “cravings,” my desires, my interests, etc. Maybe this is going to be a lesson in listening to inner self, my body, my wants and see where they lead me.
I also am curious what will be made manifest around me. After decades of not having anyone put a steak in front of me, will someone all of a sudden be compelled to do that? And if they do, what will I be compelled to do? I don’t know, we’ll see. There’s a big difference between an egg and a steak, but if there’s something I know, “life changes,” and so must I.