I really don’t understand it.
My cupboards are filled with cookbooks. The desire to know how to pull together a nutritious meal is there. My appliances are standing ready to help me out. The recipes are easy to read. Instructions are clear.
But I go into severe panic every time I need to actually start cooking.
Good grief. It all seems so simple. Why do I make it harder than it is?
Perhaps it’s the memories…
— Pouring boiling water on my hand instead of into the bowl when making strawberry jello on Christmas Eve…
— Putting 1 cup of salt into my chocolate chip cookies instead of 1 Tbsp…even the dog next door wouldn’t eat them…
— Serving a boyfriend cold noodles with my beef stroganoff…
I know that this is a “head” thing. I am certainly capable of cooking a meal. It’s not rocket science.
So here’s what I’m learning…
It’s time to get out of my own way.
I’m tired of listening to the doubting voice in my head.
I’m tired of giving my fears of “not doing it right” center stage.
I’m tired of soup, salads, and sandwiches!
(Steve is a very patient man!)
So I’m going to stop thinking…and start cooking.
One meal at a time.
The old tapes that wind through my memories will be replaced.
“I can cook!” is my new mantra.
I’m going to feel the fear and do it anyway.
So here we go!
What fear do you want to push through?
What’s something you’ve always wanted to do…but just haven’t taken the step to do it?
Join me! Let’s slay the dragon of fear together!
In fact, I’ll cook that dragon up for us when we’re done!