Time stood still for a bit. Since March, life as I knew it has changed.
It seemed like I was leaving my whole world behind. Fast paced. Multitasking. Sleepless nights, but full of cooking dreams.
Eight months later, I got some sleep. Shredded the busy life. Well, a little of it.
I adjusted with quality, not quantity. Living life, rather than it beating the life out of me. The cooking dreams are still there, but I'm breathing again.
It was a transition that may have saved me. I think of all those who have had some kind of loss during this time. I think of those left behind and my prayer to them that they had the time to say goodbye.
Each day I wake up, I feel so lucky. I still have my health, my daughters, and all those I care about are safe and still here.
Please be more kind. More patient. More loving. You may not get another chance.
