Yesterday we had a big dinner. I won’t say Thanksgiving since we missed both the day and every traditional dish that’s meant to go along with it, but I did spend the afternoon in the kitchen as per usual. My older son is vegan now and I’m a lapsed vegetarian trying to get back on track, so I made things like spicy stuffed dates and walnut-mushroom paté (which are delicious but bear an unfortunate resemblance to stuffed cockroach carcasses and poo in a pot, respectively—a fact which thrilled the 11-year-old for almost the entire meal), a big green salad, some Thai soup, and lots of fruit and cheese and bread and crackers. For the carnivores I made roasted sausages with grapes, and for dessert a lovely vegan coconut-lemon cake. And a good time was had by all.
Now it’s Monday, and the new job begins. I’m going in there with a good attitude. I am good enough, I am smart enough, and doggone it, people are gonna like this corduroy skirt. I will not be shy. I will not be timid. I will march up with my chin in the air and my Velma glasses at full mast and I will grab that first phone call and say my (real) name with authority. And next week I will collect my paycheck and see the numbers rise in our bank account, and I’ll think, I did that and I can do it again!
I’m heading out to make some bacon. Wish me luck, yo.
What are you telling yourself today? Affirmations, beat-downs, pep-talks, drivel?