My sister keeps mentioning bread machines, and I have to admit – the idea is appealing. Fresh, warm bread every morning without much fuss. It sounds nice, practical even.
But here’s the thing: I hate researching products. The thought of comparing features, reading reviews, and making decisions stops me cold. Should I care about a viewing window? What size do I need? The questions pile up, and I end up focusing on more pressing tasks instead. There’s always another email to answer, another deadline to meet, another meeting to attend.
It’s funny how some tasks just stay stuck on our to-do lists. They’re not hard. They’re not expensive. They just… never happen. That bread machine sits in the back of my mind like a ghost in the kitchen – not quite forgotten, but never quite real enough to make it to my shopping cart.
Perhaps these perpetually postponed tasks show us something about desire and identity. My sister, the nurturing archetype, sees the joy in fresh bread and wants to share that with me. But my resistance to even researching a bread machine might be telling me something: that while I appreciate her world, I’m walking a different path.
And maybe that’s exactly as it should be.
S.J. Asher 
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