Actually, all I had to do was think about this. Was I being rewarded by my writer's life? Yes, yes I was.
I have some lamb in the freezer and the first time I brought out a package of ribs, I said to my dinner partner, aka husband, "I don't know how to cook this."
He looked at me funny and then I shook my head. I know how to cook and I must have cooked ribs before. It isn't rocket science and my days of being anxious about how something would turn out should be long behind me.
All I had to do was recognize my success in the kitchen.
I'll be curious to see what other successes are right under my nose, waiting for me to recognize them.
This early snow is starting to melt. |