I am trying out new recipes this week, between work, my birthday, dinners with family and friends. Life keeps moving
i am brokenhearted. not in the oh a guy left me sense, in the my world is turned upside down in a way i never imagined way. and i did a few things wrong when i got the news:
i emailed the one person i promised myself i wouldn’t anymore
i asked why someone who is supposed to be there for you would do that
i let myself think things that will never happen
i dont know how or when i will get over this, i dont know if i will ever be the same, but i know i am strong enough to get through this, and i have new and old family to lean on, even though i hate leaning.
sometimes we need to rest our head on a loved ones shoulder
I am the first to admit that I am not perfect. I have a temper, I read way too much into things, and I take way to long to get over stuff. Today I messed up some carrot cake cupcakes. All yesterday I had imagined how they would come out, and the pictures I would take. They did not in fact come out like I dreamed they would. I pour in too much batter. My fault. But I just let it go. I snapped a picture on my phone, which despite the mess, I found beautiful. We all mess up, we scream and yell, we make mistakes, we trip and fall. But it’s when we come back, get back up, make another batch that counts. In life, baking, or cooking, shake it off and remember that it’s the bumps in life that make us the better people we are or hope to become.