I was wandering through the forest alone, without my beloved “Adam.” Despite having been together for two years, (and having been made for each other) Adam broke it off. So I was feeling dejected, and questioning myself. Who am I? What did I do wrong? Etc. One of the questions that came up: why was I vegetarian?
Adam originally started this whole vegetarian diet. After naming all of the creatures, he felt it was not right to kill them for dinner. I went along with it to support my soul mate. Within months, I was hooked. I enjoyed finding new places to eat, planning our meals, and trying all sorts of new recipes.
Fast forward back to the present, I found myself in front of the tree. The devil was in the form of a Mexican restaurant. It beckoned me with tempting offers of sticking it to Adam. Being vegetarian was his idea after all. So in order to regain a sense of self back I marched right in and ordered my old favorite taco. I took a bite… but I did not like it. I expected to love it. It used to be my favorite after all. Nothing. I then proceeded to put my favorite hot sauce on it... thinking maybe I was missing something. Nothing changed. I finished it all. Then I started to feel uneasy over what I had done.
So maybe I was not a vegetarian for the same reasons Adam was. But I had come to embrace that lifestyle and my new culinary skills. I am vegetarian for my own reasons, and that makes me my own person. So I bid the devil good bye and went on my merry way back to garden.
P.S. I am not saying eating meat is of the devil… I’m just playing out the Bible metaphor.
Have you ever had an identity crisis after a break up?