Don't Bother Me. I'm Eating Meatballs
There’s nothing more satisfying than taking raw ingredients and mixing them all up to create something homemade. My kids love when I cook for them. In fact, I cook so infrequently, they request I make homemade anything. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. It doesn’t matter. They love my cooking. Always have. Always will.
So then why don’t I do it as much? I’ll tell you why. Because once upon a time, they complained about my cooking. I’d want to try out some new recipe and they were only interested in grilled cheese sandwiches. I wanted to expand their culinary taste buds, but they weren’t having it.
My god children! Live…just a little.
I went cold turkey, as in I just stopped cooking. Dinner could be cereal or eggs on toast. Sometimes I’d microwave something precooked. Or we would go out to eat. A lot. Not my proudest mom moment, but raising kids single-handedly is the most demanding job out there. Yes. I said it. It’s a freaking, thankless J-O-B with no compensation in sight. This mommy needed a time-out and attitude adjustment before snapping and having my kids hate me as a person and a mother.
Fast forward 10 years and here we are. Kids are happy. Mommy is happy. The journey has been extremely convoluted and so will this blog. But stick with me as I share memories of good times and bad times and how I was able to navigate the treacherous waters of divorce, of love found and lost, of heartbreak, of betrayal, of spiritual growth, of almost becoming a vegetable. And not a good-for-you kind of vegetable, but a life-support-on-the-verge-of-death vegetable.
Anyhooooo…this brings me to my first question for you. If I were to ask you what’s your Dream Life, would you know the answer to that? Have you ever thought there’s more to life than what you’re currently living or is it everything you imagined and more?
Take a moment and think about what that looks like and what needs to happen to make it come true if you’re not already living your dream life.
Until next time, relish in your heart beating every damn day.