I like cheese…

I like cheese. Really, I do. A lot. When I was a kid, it was one of my three food groups (meat, bread, and cheese).

Since I like cheese so much, I have been want­ing to try my hand at mak­ing it myself. There are a sev­eral rea­sons for this. First, I like cheese. Um… yeah, so we’ve estab­lished that. The other is that cheese is damned expen­sive along with every­thing else in the gro­cery store these days. Lastly, I have got­ten where I am a fan of raw milk. I won’t go into the whole raw milk debate now. I’ll save that for another day. But if I want cheese, made from raw milk… well, I’m going to have to make it myself.

So, after three years of want­ing to try it and two of those years I’ve actu­ally already had the cul­tures needed to do a basic soft cheese, I finally did it. And you know what? It really wasn’t that big of a deal to do. Not nearly what I had made it out in my mind to be.

It was cheese. It was very good cheese. And I made it. One of the rea­sons I think it was a suc­cess (other than fol­low­ing the direc­tions) is that I gave myself per­mis­sion to screw it up.

What? You’re think­ing that this site is ‘live with­out per­mis­sion’, what the hell is she talk­ing about giv­ing per­mis­sion for? Go back and re-read the offend­ing sen­tence. Actu­ally you don’t even need the whole thing. Here is the word­ing in question…

I gave myself per­mis­sion to screw it up.

Notice the most impor­tant piece of the words above. I. As in me, myself, and I. I gave myself per­mis­sion. I did not ask for per­mis­sion. I did not check to see if it was ok with my hus­band or my mother. I gave myself per­mis­sion to fail. To fuck it up. To waste a lit­tle bit of money. And guess what?

It was fine. I lived. No one was hurt and no one has died from the cheese.

I think we have given up our right­ful place in this game called life and it is time we took it back. It is time for us to act like the self aware evolved species that we are. It is long past time that we learn to be respon­si­ble for our­selves and to quit lay­ing the blame at some­one else’s feet when things go other than planned. It is also time for us to quit being scared of every lit­tle thing and to do what we know — in our heart of hearts — to be true and best for us. It is actu­ally ok to be self­ish. It is per­fectly ok to be dif­fer­ent. Don’t want to be like the Jone­ses? Then don’t freak­ing be like them.

That’s it. End of story.

Can it be that easy?

Actu­ally, yes. Yes it can.