With all the wisdom I have to provide, I simply cannot think of anything else but the weekend getaway. When dating someone working in restaurants (and formerly doing so myself) your weekends typically do not fall on Saturday or Sunday. Instead, in this house, they fall on Tuesday & Wednesday.
Thus, my lover and I are escaping out of LA for a few days and heading up to the Central Coast. Mustard seeds blossoming on the bluffs of Santa Barbara. The fresh breeze of the ocean on your skin. I simply can't wait to absorb it all.
However, I will appreciate one thing before I go. Cooking. Yes. Everything about it. Making my own food with my own ingredients, spices, attention and love is one of the most fulfilling parts of my day. Sure, sometimes and it can seem like another project on the to do list. But at the end of the day, it seems to calm me in a way like no other. It gives me time to reflect. I breath, smell, slow down. It is very soothing. It wasn't always so and is not always the case. I've burned plenty of rice and pans - the clean ups have been dreadful. But for the most part, I've gotten the hang of it. There is just something so much more appreciative and fulfilling about eating home cooked food. Especially when it's your own and made with love.
Off to cook and pack my bags.
In good health,
Rebekah
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