I’m taking a cooking “flavors” class later this month. I’m really excited to do so, because I’m not known for my cooking, but then again, I’m not known for anything, so the slate is pretty clean.
I’m not done living (despite public opinion, cause I’ve quit a lot of careers in my time, and cut ties completely…). That said, I decided that in my time left, however long that may be, instead of being in one career for the duration, I’m going to continue to find new things to express myself ‘til I can find me. That’s what I thought. I thought it had something to do with what I was doing, but it wasn’t. It had everything to do with how I felt about me. So instead of finding a new fabulous career, I found myself having gone off the grid completely out of fear of rejection, cause the careers didn’t feel good anymore. And because of that, I basically stopped engaging with humanity, and now it’s hard to get back on any track socially to network, let alone a start a new career at 47 years old. But this cooking class is a good start. I love to cook, sometimes. I love to eat a lot of the time. I’ll see how it goes.
Doing anything, is a good step toward your next great thing that you really feel. So, cooking is my very next on my short list of things to do when I don’t know what else to do. And that’s pretty cool. Cause I’m finally realizing that it’s not about what I choose to do, or who knows it, but it’s about how I choose to feel, while doing it.
So, to quote Nike, and some lady from the “worst bakers in America” show on food network, which I watch often instead of living in society, “just do it.” “Whisk drop”.
