So maybe I'm posting more recipes than actual real writing. Cooking is where I'm at peace. But there's some real deflection going on by me. I don't have to face my feelings when my hands are up a Cornish Hens' hooha. Getting the words out is hard, ironic for such a yacker like me. This last year and a half wasn't exactly what we planned on. Husband's diagnosis of Parkinson's Disease threw us all off our game. And maybe I should have sought out help earlier. And maybe we shouldn't brush off fear and worry. Maybe stuffing our bellies with chips and Almond Joy candy bars isn't the way to fend off anxiety, panic and fear. So, like the song goes:
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
~ Sara Bareilles
So, I'll be brave people. Even when it's hard. The telling is the first step.
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