Another big accomplishment took more time yet felt even better. Over the years, recipes accumulated in a kitchen drawer, migrating from one spot to another when the space was renovated last year. This afternoon I flipped through an inches thick stack of computer print-outs, culling those never expected to be made again if they were even tried in the first place. Honestly, with several bottles of delicious hot sauce open in my refrigerator, the odds of me whipping up an experimental batch are slim to none. So those are out, along with anything deemed better left to the professionals (naan, for example, when a great Indian restaurant is minutes away).
In between those tasks, I tackled the most emotionally charged one of all. Laugh if you want. I actually cleaned out my underwear drawer. Silly thing to put off, isn’t it? There were many things which had seen better days – in more ways than one. First, once pretty items were faded and often a bit ragged when viewed with an honest eye. Second, my body hasn’t fit the lingerie in the back of the drawer for many, many months (years, actually… sigh… better days, indeed). It was time to face the fact that if I ever reach such sizes again, I’m going to want new garments. Heck, I’ll deserve them.
So with all that accomplished today, I think it’s official that the verdant spring growth around my home has reinvigorated me. And having ridded this house of clutter and prodded my intellect by learning a new minor skill, it’s time to wake up my hibernating muse and shake out the cobwebs.
I hope you’ll begin anew with me, stepping lightly into whatever season awaits you. Once we clear out the odd bits, we may find some wondrous creations within. Or, at the very least, we won’t have to stuff freshly laundered unmentionables into an over-packed drawer.