I cooked pasta for lunch today.
Though it turned out pretty good, the pasta was a little soft, far from the al dente I was aiming for.
This despite me checking every couple of minutes or so to see how it was doing, and taking it off the stove the moment I found it to be oh just right.
But you know what? When I had found that perfect al dente, it was already too late; the pasta was destined to be overdone.
Because even away from the flames, the pasta was still being cooked.
The funny thing? I knew this was going to happen, I just lacked the courage to stop cooking before it was done.
The lizard brain won.
Taking the pasta off the stove long before it was properly cooked just felt wrong, regardless of what my head was telling me.
Sometimes we just gotta do what we know what’s right, despite what it feels like.