Cooking Therapy

I’ve said before, that cooking acts as therapy for me. It’s something I can turn to when I’m having a hard time. Because cooking shows up for me Every. Single. Time. and helps me calm the chatter in my mind to see things more clearly. I can reflect on life while chopping some onions and crushing some garlic (and the best part is you won’t know if I’m actually crying or if it’s just the onions making my eyes water). Something I’ve been trying to master as of late is acceptance. Accepting when things are no longer for me…but also accepting that good things will come again.

Sometimes, I think about the people who are no longer in my life. A lot of the time it makes me sad. How do you just continue on living without this person in your life anymore? This person that you would talk to everyday and tell everything to. This person you would spend time with and create memories. You loved them. And honestly, you still do. Because something that deep doesn’t ever disappear, it just becomes less potent in your life overtime (lots of time). You learn how to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward. You learn how to start relying on yourself, how to start showing up for yourself and how to take up space within your own life. You connect with other people and you connect with yourself. And sometimes when you try connecting with other people it doesn’t work out – they stop replying or they don’t give you an explanation or they lie to you. Their actions just don’t match up with their words. And that hurts too. But you continue to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward. And sometimes you lose friends along the way. Friends you thought would be there for life. Friends that know some of your deepest and darkest secrets. And that hurts too. But you continue to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward. Are you seeing a pattern yet? You go through life and you shed, like a snake, layers of yourself. Layers that no longer serve you. These layers can be people, but can also be versions of yourself. So, I am trying to shift my perspective a little when I think about these people and reflect on what they gave me rather than what they took away when they left – an understanding of love and commitment; an appreciation for music and nature; an insight into myself through another person’s eyes. Because there will be other love and other friends who will stay (and maybe they’re already there). And they’ll understand you better and they’ll make you feel more alive and more connected with this crazy life and they’ll take away some of the pain to the point where maybe when your mind trickles back to the people who are gone, instead of being sad, you will think “thank you and I wish you well”.  

Cheers!
xx Vassilia