The other day I joked to a friend, “I’m just trying to stay alive until dinnertime.”
I have written before about my very simple rule that has served me well: “Don’t think much about your life after dinnertime.”
But this is my new motto: “I’m living for dinnertime!”
I am very “food motivated,” so it’s probably the diet talking, but when things go sideways, I focus on how good it is going to be to have dinner. If I can get to dinner, I’m good.
And once I’ve had dinner, I’m at home and at peace and I don’t care much what happens. I try not to think about my life or my problems until morning, at which point I start living for dinnertime again.
I am reminded of what Clancy Martin writes in How Not to Kill Yourself: “Suicide is indeed a human possibility, but, and somewhat paradoxically, for that very reason, we don’t have to choose it. After all, you can always kill yourself tomorrow.” Wait a day and see how you feel. Repeat ad infinitum.
A little too bleak for me, as I’m not suicidal, so for now I’ll stick with what’s working: “Living for dinnertime!”