Perfect Imperfection…I am working on it.
Happy Wednesday lovelies!
I spent a lot of time going back and forth in my head about what to write about this week. I set a high standard for myself with this blog and want to give you the best content and information I can. I don’t want anyone to get bored. I want to keep things fresh and exciting. My dream is for you to get stoked when this email comes into your inbox cause the content is so freaking awesome!! Apparently I think I need to reinvent the wheel with some magical “answer” to life every week. I have made it very hard on myself- which is the OPPOSITE REASON FOR THIS BLOG.
All week I stressed, brainstormed and then stressed some more about what I should write. And then, low and behold, I ran out of time to compose some epic post- cause it was almost today. I decided to film a video for the recipe I am sharing with you- hoping that after editing it I would be inspired to write the perfect journal for you. So I set up my cooking station and got all the ingredients ready (I didn’t put on makeup or do my hair cause who has time for that when pregnant and juggling 8 million things IN QUARANTINE). I am not joking, every time I turned the camera on, something tried to stop me from making this video. The phone rang, and the camera stopped. My sister (I LOVE YOU!!) stopped by (And by “stopped by” I mean she drove to my house, stayed in her car, in a mask, and said hi through the window, while I stood 6 feet away from the car, also in a mask. Wish I could hug my own flesh and blood, but she is a badass that works in a hospital, so sadly, I can’t. THANK YOU FOR YOUR WORK SISSY!!). Then I realized I forgot an ingredient. Ellie needed me. Loud cars passed and disrupted the sound. Then the light changed cause it was dark.… something would happen that would make me stop the camera and restart it with a tinge of frustration. I felt like the universe was screaming STOP TRYING SO HARD, WHO CARES?!?! IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE PERFECT. But it was my only window!! I HAD TO FINISH. I got angry and a ball of emotion welled up in my throat. The pressure was too much. I screamed into a pillow and wished for wine and then looked down at my baby bump. I took a deep breath. “You got this, and it’s all gonna be great”. I finally finished. Jamie cheered me up and lent me a hand (yes he has a lovely cameo in the video, and I am very grateful for him). Then we sat to eat. It was good, but not as good as it normally was. My frustration and preoccupation with making the perfect meal and the perfect video and the perfect blog post wound up making me nuts and yielding a meh meal. There wasn’t enough love or joy put into that food and it showed slash tasted. When I went to edit the video the next day, I surprisingly wasn’t as bummed as I thought I would be. I actually thought it came out okay- it’s definitely not perfect. But…. It's perfectly imperfect. And real. And the best I could do this week. And I am okay with that. Will I win an Oscar? No. And I almost didn’t share it with you. But I did and I stand behind that choice. This week, I relearned for the 90000th time, that you don’t have to be superhuman, you just have to try and live your life with love and joy- cause why the eff else are we existing? When I live- and cook- from a place of divine love and happiness, EVERYTHING is better- delicious even. And perfect is 100% not everything I crack it up to be- I mean WHAT IS PERFECT??!!! I’ll tell you this friends, I am going to take the pressure off myself about writing you some magical answer to life every week. I am just gonna share stuff I love and hope you like it, and if you don’t no stress, cause ain’t nobody got time for that. And if I don’t have time to send you a long heartfelt letter, I will send you some other LIT AF info. Now go and #beyourbestself, I am going to keep trying to be mine, and that means being a bit of a mess sometimes and perfectly imperfect. XOXO, Amy
Cook with me!
Broccoli Lemon Pasta