I realized the other day as I was placing the last dish on the table before a meal with extended family that I was a little nervous! I've been preparing meals for the better part of 15 years now and yet I was struck by the vulnerability that still comes from it. Will they like it? Will it be too "out there" for them? Will they see what I see in the beauty of it? And then as we dug into the meal I was quickly reminded that it doesn't matter. I enjoyed the process as I always do - the dreaming and creating of a menu, the shopping for the ingredients, the relaxation of the preparation of the dishes. In the end, if I was the only one who really felt the connection to this meal, then I had accomplished something important - the nourishment of myself, my passions and my creativity.
I very quickly made the connection between these feelings I was experiencing as we sat down for dinner, and the feelings I have as my company, Nourish comes together. The vulnerability of writing, planning, and trying to pull together all the goodness that keeps popping up around this idea. Will they like it? Is it good enough? Can I do this? And again I found the path to what really matters - a place in my otherwise somewhat chaotic daily life, where I can spend time with me, on what I find joy in. If that's all that comes of this I am in fact so blessed.
