Here's the thing about cooking. It's very therapeutic. Well, its therapeutic for me, anyway. I know some people don't love spending time in the kitchen, but I do. I suppose this is one of those things I got from my mom. I'm not super creative in the kitchen and I almost always follow a recipe, but the methodical nature of this is something I love. I've been known to bake when life is feeling extra chaotic. Cooking and baking puts me at peace. Today as I was preparing some recipes from this month's cooking light for us to eat for dinner this week I got to thinking about balance. I have a lot going on in my life these days and I've started to feel a little off. Not only do I have a nearly 9 month old son, but my husband and I have also changed careers this year.
Things that I used to make time for have fallen by the wayside. We used to go to church regularly, now it's once in a while. I used to go to the Y after work 3-5 days a week, now I can't remember the last time I was there. I used to read relatively frequently (even if just a magazine), now I fall asleep about 5 pages in. I used to make dinner every night, now I am tempted to stop for take out on the way home.
Other things have taken the place of things I used to prioritize: playing, bath time, making baby food, coaching teachers, analyzing data, meeting with parents, getting to know students, zoning out in front of the TV, and supporting my first year teacher husband.
What struck me today while I was cooking is that I may find myself feeling more balanced/put together if I start celebrating the pieces of my life. I've never been much of a writer, but I think there is value in celebrating the smaller moments of life. And if along the way other people connect with what I'm writing then so be it. So here's to putting the pieces of my life together!
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