I love a store-bought cake. Yes, the sickly sweet sort that leaves you
grinding bits of granulated sugar between your teeth. And with one
day to go until my gal's birthday party, I could very easily have
saved myself a few precious hours with a very happy alternative.
But I got this idea in my head.
And during those hours in the kitchen I also started thinking about how many of these daily things I've been letting overwhelm me lately. How many 'I want to' parts of the day I've started ranking up with the 'I have to' tasks. No one's fault but my own; of course I know that it's up to me to make the rules and pick my battles. But maybe it took the recipe to remind me that whether it's cake, or rituals, or even the memory-making, laborious or 'grab-and-go', it's meant to be enjoyed for whatever it is.
In other words - daily posting continues (with the occasional and unabashed 'quick fix'). Thanks so much for your kind and motivating comments on yesterday's low point - with a cheering section and a fresh month to 'start again' I might just make it to the half-way mark (beyond that - it's anyone's guess, ha ha).