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A 4 Word Phrase to Reframe Your Problems
One day, I came home from work and my wife decided she was going to make something that we both absolutely love but she hasn’t made in maybe years. It’s a roasted acorn squash, stuffed with chicken in a fontina cheese and sage bechamel.
If you’re like me, and that doesn’t mean a lot to you, it’s creamy, warm, wonderful cheese mixed with shredded chicken and sage, and then you put it in this big acorn squash that’s cut in half and then roast it in the oven.
How long? I have no idea.
I’m not going to lie to you, it’s delicious. As the night goes on and it’s roasting up, I hear my name from the kitchen.
It’s not in a panic, it’s not in anger, it’s not in confusion, it’s just like if someone was describing how to say my name to someone who’s never said it before. “Austin.”
I went into the kitchen and she pointed to an empty gallon-sized resealable bag on our counter and said, “That bag had all the chicken I put in our dinner.”
Then, she held up a different resealable bag, filled with chicken, and said, “And I just found this bag in the fridge. The problem is…we should only have one bag of chicken I cooked last night. One of these bags of chicken is VERY old, and I don’t know which…and I don’t know how old.”
