There's always a point where one can refer to as the origin of their personal success whether that's a professional point of distinction in one's career or a victory recorded during challenging times.
I spent an entire year on Sundays in the kitchen cooking. The activity played out like a course in self discovery where success and failure were met with equal measure of satisfaction. It never mattered if I remembered to take a picture of the food I cooked or if I wrote a blog post telling a story connected to what transpired in the kitchen or whether anyone ever tasted what I prepared much less read what was written about the end product (however it was always nice to be acknowledged with a share, a like or a link in social networks).
It certainly didn't matter to me if what I had to say was in any way considered extraordinary. It was a constant at a time when my life was filled with a great deal of uncertainty. I fell away from the routine of it when less chaos and more certainty entered my life. What I gleaned from the commitment of engaging in the weekly sessions is that I can reignite the relaxation of it any day of the week, at any point in life, under any set of circumstances. I immediately find peace of mind the minute I step into a kitchen, don an apron and start gathering ingredients. The familiarity of it needs no introduction or scheduling.
It's enough to know what comes from the engagement.
Friday, February 28, 2014
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