The real food life can be so
overwhelming much fun.
Oh, the cleaning. (Cue the never-ending pile of dishes.)
And when you’re first starting … holy shmoly! What the heck to feed people when they are hungry without opening a box, especially when it’s not meal time? How do I ferment? Oh, boy, that sourdough starter sure does seem intimidating! How do we afford to eat like this without breaking the budget? And on. And on. And on.
All the while trying to convince reluctant family members that giving up their precious boxed snacks really is in their best interest.
It’s enough to send a give-it-everything, perfectionist girl over the edge.
Where I went.
Many times. And it got p-r-e-t-t-y ugly, let me tell you.
It was maddening. I became an ogre (this is when we added the term “Hulk mommy” to the regularly used vocabulary in our house). I actually
promised threatened to throw in the towel and just go back to the old way of doing things.
Fortunately for all of us, The Man stepped in.
“Back up the truck, sister!”
“Anything you do is better than doing nothing.”
Thank goodness for the voice of reason. How I love that guy!
I decided to step back and return to a more sensible reality. I knew that I needed to find a process in which we all could live, harmoniously, and without starving in the process. And without pushing me further into the loony bin.
So, I thought to myself, “The journeys in life are simply an accumulation of simple steps.”
Okay, so I didn’t really think that then, but I did think that as I was writing this post. It makes me seem so eloquent and profound, doesn’t it? Go, me.
And so I decided to take a step back and set my expectations a lot lower.
Reward is so worth the inconvenience. Progress in little bits.
Hopefully, my crazy will save you from yours – at least in the food department. You’re on your own for the rest of it. Especially all those dishes.
I don’t believe in absolutes in anything. Life is full of gray; its when we attempt to achieve absolute in anything that we invite the component of failure.