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.
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