When Your Masterpiece Sucks

When Your Masterpiece Sucks

Darling,

I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking a lot about you over the past few weeks. Settle in. Let's talk.

I need you to imagine, for a moment, that you have everything you want: Booming career, fulfilling relationships, shiny hair, rockin’ body, gorgeous family, lots of friends, financial abundance, and a generally flawless life. Does it fill you up? Does it feed the hunger that gnaws at the edges of your heart?

I wish I could cook for you

I wish I could cook for you

Darling,
 

I wish I could cook for you. I would infuse every bite with the gratitude I have for you right now, as you take the time to read these words. I would fill your body with love, and grace, and reassurance. 

Because as much as I love words, sometimes they fail me. When that happens, I cook. I cook with emotion, I cook with intuition, and I cook with soul.