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The Transformative Power of Yes
Reclaiming the curiosity and wonder I’ve lost.
Yesterday, I learned I like cherries. And plums and peaches. Odd thing to learn at this point in my life. I guess it was time.
I was at Pike Place Market in Seattle. It’s sensory overload of the highest magnitude. I must have smelled every damn flower I came upon. I’m also now fairly certain that dahlias are my favorite. These ones were the size of a salad plate and in colors I had never seen. I live in Arizona. It’s not exactly a land rich with vibrantly colored flowers.
If there’s anything that outnumbers the flowers at Pike Place, it’s the bins upon bins of fresh produce. Huge, plump, amazing fruits and vegetables.
I walked by a big produce stand and it was hard not to be in awe. I picked up a tomatillo the size of my palm.
“Do you want to try a Rainier cherry? Ours are the best!” a young man holding a peach and wielding a knife asked me.
My first inclination was to say no. I’ve never been a big into cherries. It’s not a dislike. I’m just completely indifferent to them. Instead of no, I said yes. It just came out. It was a split second “oh, why the hell not” decision.
