 I am currently on a mission to cook my way through my cookbook collection. Recipe after recipe. From savory paleo meatballs to spicy, slow cooker shredded chicken. I plan to try it all.
Because chopping, stirring and steaming my way to my own sustenance makes me feel happy and strong. Because the smell of homemade food when I come home from work or step out of the shower fills me with the kind of joy that just makes you smile and run to call your momma to tell her about it. It’s peace. It’s comfort. It’s something that I really really like. A couple of weeks ago, I opted to spend a Friday night baking banana bread instead of going out with my friends. I wanted to go. I love my friends. But my spirit needed to stay in. It was cold and rainy, and I had gotten off work earlier than usual. I’m sure gathering around a table for drinks and laughs would have been so much fun, but on that night…I needed a bathrobe, a mixing bowl and some really bruised bananas. So, that’ what I did. It made for a really trifling, ridiculous Instagram story due to a few mishaps. It also made for a really happy heart (and tummy. Y’all the bread turned out so so good. It was also crazy easy. It’s from Joanna Gaines’ cookbook….steal it here.) You see, I'm in a season of actively pursuing my joy. I’ve been alive for almost 24 years, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been here before. But, man, it is every single thing. Driving an hour for an incredible brunch, blocking numbers to the conversations that drain me, turning up the music louder, going to sleep earlier, staying out late for more fun. Seeking the adventure. Loving people harder. Walking away from toxic things faster. Doing. Breathing. Believing. Letting go. Moving on. Being where my feet are. Because I can. Because I deserve it. Because I was created intentionally. Because every day there’s life breathed into me because there’s work to be done and a life to be lived fully. The same goes for you. You can. You deserve it. You were created intentionally. Every day there’s life breathed into you because there’s work to be done and a life to be lived fully. Be where your feet are for however long you’re there. It’s a waste of your time to be stuck in the sticky places you once were or to ignore where you are because you’re too anxious about what’s next. I’m learning to live my life with open hands, fully dependent on a God that’s never failed at being God. He doesn’t need my help, my anxiety or my worries. He certainly doesn’t need me shrinking, living small or compromising the spirit He took the time to create for me. And again, the same goes for you. Laugh really loud. Plan the party. Tell your people what they mean to you. Stand up. Turn your push notifications off sometimes. Fill up on grits and champagne and flirt with the hot waiter. Gas up your friends. Wear good things. Say good things. Do good things. Live your best life, boo. Bake your bread. With Love & Glitter & Mushy Bananas, Morgan
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