The whirr of the mixer. Cupcake batter in my hair. On my nose. Dripping down the counters onto the floor. It’s not pretty, but it gives me the feeling of life. Creating. Taking basic ingredients like flour, sugar, and butter and turning them into something that makes people ooh and ahh. Or at least say mmmm.
I’ve always been a creator, but it’s never come naturally to me. Even writing is tough. I love every second of it, but words don’t simply flow for me. They take a lot of work. But every time I get something down on paper, every time I create, it’s worth it. The same goes for cooking and baking.
I make messes. I often create disasters that I throw in the trash. But that’s OK. I also crumple up pieces of paper and throw them in the trash. OK, fine, I drag Word documents into my MarBook’s trashcan. And then I click “Empty Trash.” That’s all a part of the creation process.
Creating is life. And I don’t know who I’d be without it. Standing in the kitchen over my mixer or dropping a whole plate of just-out-the-oven cookies on the floor. Piping vanilla buttercream frosting out of a pastry bag or stirring the perfect simple sugar. I feel alive.
Simple ingredients can be turned into beautiful creations. Just like words can be turned into meaningful stories.
Even when my creations are a tad bit lopsided.
Because other times everything just works out.
Succeed or fail, every time I create something I feel like it matters. The kitchen gives me life.
This post is part of #reverb10. With prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivd detail.
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