After months of phone/messenger tag, I finally connected with one of my sweetest friends the other week. It feels like we spoke, I could hear her voice so clearly through the words on the screen. We shared news and caught up. I wrote about my enjoyment of all manner of food and drink this past summer, of learning my body – and just how hard I can, and can’t, push it. I wrote of feeling happy and great, and how I was excited to have found my way back to the kitchen. She responded so beautifully: “ This is life isn’t it? We get to experience it all. It’s so comforting to have a place to come back to. That’s what macro has always been for me. It’s like coming home. No matter what you have been doing, you always feel better when you get home!”
These past few weeks have been filled with stirring, smelling, tasting, playing. Creating. I’ve been smiling and humming while cooking, and even while doing the dishes (a first!).
It’s good to be here.
I’ve been posting more often on Instagram these days, come say “Hi!”