The Savoring No. 024
"How much cooking makes the sadness go away," she wondered.
“The waiting is the hardest part,” sang Tom Petty. Fingers crossed.
My creativity this week has been crap. I’m edgy, annoyed and bitchy.
I’m spending a lot of time in my kitchen. It’s my go to when processing hard emotions.
Yesterday I made homemade BBQ sauce, ribs, asparagus and green bean over arugula with a light olive oil and lemon drizzle.
Friday night I made Ina Garten’s skillet-roasted chicken & potatoes recipe from her cookbook, Modern Comfort Food.
Today I am making brisket, asparagus and potatoes. And I decided to make some oat balls so the kids can all take some on their drive. Nourishment is important while driving. I control what I can.
Colton heads back to college tomorrow. Noah and Morgan begin their drive to Australia. New Hampshire, but from my perspective, same diff.
I’ve buried myself in client work and The Savoring Collective this week to keep busy. In case you missed it, the SC is a community for all of us women who find ourselves in this momentarily sad, but also very exciting new chapter. The kids are leaving to create lives of their own and we are left with time to become whatever it is we want to be.
“A badass”, she whispered.
I’ve spent time focusing on our trip to Europe coming up at the end of April. A few-ish highlights are Munich, the Dolomites, the Cotswolds and London. We are still in the process of finalizing some of the details and I am enjoying getting lost in the process.
I’ve shopped. Because my second-favorite-go-to when processing hard emotions is spending money. I might need to get a third job after this week.
Chocolate covered cashews have been helpful.
I’ve hiked. Our neighbors have a baby llama that is a lovely distraction. They are about a mile and a half away so Otis and I hike over and stare at him.
I’ve tried to watch March Madness, but it’s been lame AF this year. Not one single upset. No Cinderella moment to captivate my heart or interest.
I’ve meditated. I’ve read A LOT of Substacks including this one about the fear of flying. A much needed laugh.
I could use a martini right about now. Titos, three olives, plain, no blue cheese, and the subtlest kiss of vermouth. Except it’s only 2pm and that’s just uncivilized.
I’m twitchy. I can’t take it anymore. I’m on a slow moving train to sadville. Enough already. Let’s pull into the station. Let’s get this over with.
Tomorrow I will wake up to an empty house. The waiting will be over. A new reality. Here’s hoping Tom Petty wasn’t lying.
It’s a light lift this week. I’ll be back next week in full stride.
This Quote
”New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.” Lao Tzu
This Substack
Suddenly menopause is a conversation worth having. Women over 50 aren’t invisible. Cue the marketing.
This My First Ever Cauliflower
This year I planted my first winter garden. I’ve never watching celery, broccoli or cauliflower grow. It’s fascinating.
This Show That is a Fabulous Distraction
Paradise. We are halfway through and I am all in.
This 90s Playlist
Semisonic, Marc Cohn, The Goo Goo Dolls, Matchbox Twenty and more of your favorite 90s feelings.
This Long Time Ago Photo, But Also Yesterday
Go get ‘em kid. I miss you already.
I hate this open wound of pain for you but I am LOVING the creative content being birthed because of it!! You say you are on E with creativity, but lady, you are overflowing with the creative sparks!! Australia had me in stitches 😂😂
The llama. I can’t!!! Too much!! 😍
You are amazing. We can share my 4 year old, he is great at distracting. 🤍
You had me with the Australia comment. I literally stopped and had to think where could they be driving from to hit Australia… But oh I know that feeling well. It’s a strange season, holding both heartbreak and grand possibility at the same time. I’m a couple years in and finally finding a rhythm that works. It still includes missing them terribly but also, a lot of really good stuff. I need to check out this savouring community.…