Many years ago I went to a picnic that was put on by the credit union we were a client of.
The staff had a great event planned and many had brought their culinary delights.
There was 3 kids there at the buffet table and we were talking about what was on the menu. They asked me if I liked potato salad and I told them I really liked it.
They then proceeded to tell me all three of them hated it.
Sitting on the table was this giant bowl filled with their mother’s potato salad. I looked at the salad and thought it looked a little strange, as it was mashed potatoes. But my mother used to make potato salad with leftover mashed potatoes and it was pretty good.
I figured probably one kid decided they didn’t like it and so the rest decided they didn’t like it either. I lifted the spoon and scooped out some potato salad. The kids were all looking at me and I am sure they were thinking I was nuts. I took a sizable amount and placed it on my paper plate.
My thoughts were it couldn’t possibly be that bad. Now I have tasted a lot of potato salads and some I never would have gone back for seconds. I am not a picky eater and usually only put on my plate enough so that I can eat it all.
So now you all are probably wondering how the salad tasted. It was awful! I have no idea what that woman put in her potato salad but it wasn’t good. I could have ate it even if lacked flavor, but I left two-thirds of it. It has to be really bad for me not to eat something that I put on my own plate.
What has this little incident got to do with anything?
Well I got to thinking about these three kids. They would now be adults with adult children and may be even grand kids.
Do they still hate potato salad?
Did they remain with this unshakeable notion that their bad experience with “Mom’s” potato salad, that all potato salads are gross?
Did they get brave and try other potato salads?
Did they ever learn how to make an awesome potato salad?
How many times do we live with an experience that cripples us forever?
Not all experiences end up the same way.
If we fail at something are we so afraid to try it again, because we are SO sure of the outcome.
How often do we not try something new or even dare to be different?
Are we afraid to take a risk, even if it is in our best interest to do so.
Other people’s experiences are not ours and we should never be so influenced that we never try because of their lack of success.
What happened to us once, is not how it will always be.
We change and our environment changes. Therefore our experiences will change with time.
One can apply this principle to all we do, whether it is trying new foods or old foods we hated. But more important is about trying new ways to be successful. How we describe success depends on each of us and our values of what it really is.
♦ What held you back until you got brave? Or do you still keep from trying new experiences due to the misconceived notion of the outcome?