This past week, a companion and I visited the world renown Butcher Shop and Grill at the Nelson Mandela Square in Johannesburg for dinner.
We chose this establishment for the quintessential, unostentatious, relaxed charm and great meats that I’ve always known it for.
For the pre-meal, we were offered a complimentary bread basket with butter, and sausage.
We then ordered a shared mixed grill platter of chicken legs, beef steak, beef ribs, lamb ribs and lamb leg chops aged to perfection.
As progressed with the mains, our server, Vumi was kind enough and offered 3 side dishes for us to put in the discarded bones.
As we filled dish after dish with the discards, Vumi, would take them away.
Although we had a good laugh about it and “accused” him of taking away the discards so we’d be unable to tell how much of the meat we had gobbled.
However, it’s worth noting that without the discard bowls we’d probably have to deal with the costly option of putting the bones back into the bowl with the rest of the good meat. And the more bones we put back, the much harder it’d be to pick the good meat.
Having separate side dishes that were promptly discarded increased our chances by 100% of picking good meat from the main dish.
And such is with life.
So many times… we bombard ourselves with things and memories of times past that clearly have no place in our present or our future.
This includes ideas, people, places, habits, etc, that we hang on to when we know very well they do not add any value to our lives.
Probably because we haven’t seen the need to keep the discards separate from the main dish.
But its not enough to separate your discards from the main dish.
You have to periodically empty the side dish of discards.
Just as Vumi religiously did.
It’s a daily battle.
But it has to be fought.
You owe it to yourself to separate the “this is worth another try” from “this will certainly never work and must therefore be discarded.”
Otherwise you end up missing great opportunities as you waste valuable time trying to sort the good stuff from the discards because they’re all stack up together in the main dish, which is your life.
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