Inconvenience

This week I can’t seem to shake off the word Inconvenience.

I noticed it a few weeks ago when a poem stopped me mid-scroll. Food always gets my attention, and you don’t see many poems with a famous chef’s name in the opening line. The poem’s called Small Inconveniences. I took a screenshot. Popped back to it a couple of times.

Inconvenience
Not ideal or not to plan.
Something that takes too long or requires too much effort, disproportionately to the end result.
Troublesome or discomforting.
The dictionary offers ‘nuisance value’ as a similar word. I like this. It offers personal perspective.

What comes to mind?

I look up the poem again now and the author, whose name I’m ashamed to say I’d paid no attention to at the time. Perhaps it was too inconvenient for me, at the time, to think about more details than I needed to. But isn’t that the way, when we’re scrolling, consuming, we take what we need from what we see in a split second. If I hadn’t taken a screenshot, would I have ever found it again?

So that’s how I’ve ended up with this word this week. But what comes to mind now? What are my small inconveniences?

Little jobs that require effort when I know they’d be better embraced than resisted. The process is the work, but yes, annoyingly, it does offer its own reward, if I let it.

Where might this week’s word take you?

What everyday inconvenience do you relish in and why? What is about it about this activity that other people don’t find convenient, but makes you embrace it and maybe even savour it?

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