Maybe what you think you hate just needs a new name.
“All I want on my sandwich is turkey and ketchup.” —Jack
My six-year-old told his mom that today. Hilary, knowing better, put an apparently not-so-inconspicuous amount of mayo on the bread to cut the ketchup. Jack saw it.
“Is there something white on my sandwich? Is it mayonnaise?” He was immediately protesting this departure from his specific instructions.
Hilary: “We just call that sandwich butter. It make everything softer and better.”
Jack ate the sandwich.
Sometimes, when we think we hate something—working out, cleaning, budgeting, etc—we just need to give it a new, exciting name — something that brings new purpose and less perceived pain to the activity.
It’s not agony, it’s a white spread we call “advancement.”