" You gotta be you..." -Julia, Books & Bridges
This past year has been so momentous for Will and I. We got married last September, bought a house in February, and have weathered animal illnesses and home improvement projects. We have grown so much.
Something I've thought a lot about over the years is what it means to you. I don't know about you, but I've spent a lot of energy over the years aiming for a perfect version of myself. Only recently have I started to wonder if the perfect version of me is the imperfect version. The one with messy hair and flour under her nails. The one who's skin is thin. The one who loves cookies more than a rigorous diet, and who would like to be in the kitchen, right now, making you said cookies.
I fought my kitchen self for a long time. My kitchen self was not an independent woman, I thought. But I am. I am independent enough to say that I like to bake and cook, and to me that is more freeing than telling myself that to be a liberated, 21st century gal, I should not spend my time making something as transient as a meal. I enjoy feeding others, and I love to eat! Making a meal no longer feels like a waste: it feels like creating a memory, especially when you can share that memory with others.
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