I am the primary cook in our home. I really enjoy cooking. I don't enjoy baking. I do enjoy baked goods, do please think of me should you have some looking for a home. I also teach, and, when the day ends, It triggers in me an alarm that I have no idea what to make for dinner tonight. Then follows a jumble of war-room-like charts and stats and timetables ticking through my mind: What do have at home? Do we have any vegetables at all? What did I save on Pinterest? How much time before I need to pick up the kids? Can I make it to the store before picking them up or do I need to take them along with me? Do I have a snack with me so that they can complete a groceries trip without a meltdown? How could you forget to plan for dinner again?
I'm cultivating peace so I'm open to miracles. At the end of the school day on Monday I noticed the familiar buzz of thought and decided to try something different. Instead of being overwhelmed by the cacophony of questions, I picked one and worked to answer it. The anxiety is in the holding pattern- the question floating out there. Once they settle in for a landing they become much easier to manage. What if it didn't matter what the kids eat tonight? The mind raced to fill in the blanks with all manner of catastrophe. In the end, I noticed that the kids could eat nothing for dinner at all and they would survive. It wouldn't be enjoyable for anyone in the house, actually it would be the least enjoyable choice! So, then, whatever gets prepared is a win- it's something instead of nothing! The possibility floodgates suddenly opened and dinner was coming together! Dinner that night included not one stop at the grocery store and not one glance at pinterest. We ate what was already available at home. It turns out, I had everything I needed.