The Journey to Success

“Success is a journey, not a destination.”

This was somehow an inspiring sentiment in my teen years. Back then I wore my perseverant nature as a badge of honor and believed  (vehemently) it would be the key to my success. But then…adulthood.

Staying alive, keeping other human(s) alive, and the simple act of breathing took a lot more effort than I expected.

By the  age of, let’s say 43, this quote and “success being a journey” concept pricked at my soul like needles. I didn’t *want* it to be a journey,

Imagining

Can you imagine?

Can you imagine a live action, or maybe a stage scene, based on the Alice and Wonderland characters Mad Hatter, played by Stephen Fry, the March Hare played by Lin Manual Miranda, and the door mouse is Patton Oswald…? Marcus imagined this and I would love to see it!

How Much Love, Worry, and Wishes

I admit that when Marcus was a child, the future scared me. A whole lot. In fact, I used to cry on his birthday more out of fear than joy. Seems silly now, it’s just – look at that kid! He was so full of life and I had the devil whispering on my shoulder…

Finally, I woke up and noticed the futility of all those years of asking, “What are you going to do when he grows up?”

What’s Cookin’ (Bonus: Recipe Links!)

It’s Sunday. The day I write and the day I cook. I aggressively try to protect these two rituals. 

To me: Food is love. Food is survival. Food is creative art. Food is budgeted. Food is reward. Food is comfort. Food is control. 

I plan menus with care, choose foods that nourish, fill, and treat. Over the years Quinn’s dietary needs, restrictions, and requests have changed widely, and expanded my cooking knowledge and range. My food restrictions have changed too. Marcus’ tastes have expanded rather than

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