Do I think everything happens for a reason? I really don’t know. I think some things just happen. Some things hurt. Some things change the direction of your life without asking permission.
If you’ve noticed I’ve been a little quiet around here, it’s not because I ran out of words. Life has just been… life. Things took an unexpected turn again for our family, and unexpected turns seem to take over and cause me to stress bake/cook. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks with flour on my hands more than my fingers on a keyboard. I’ve poured myself into learning sourdough, building something from scratch, and seeing where this crazy little adventure might take me.
Between stretch and folds, failed loaves, accidental wins, and people actually wanting to buy my bread, I realized something. Everything doesn’t happen for a reason. Maybe the reason is what we make of it. I can’t control the doors that close. I can’t explain the timing of the hard stuff. I can’t make life go the way I planned, but I can choose what I do next. So lately, I’ve been choosing to keep showing up. To keep writing. To keep baking. To keep betting on myself, even when it’s scary.
If my kids learn one thing from me, I hope it’s this: It’s never too late to start over. It’s never too late to chase something that scares you, and it’s never too late to build a life you’re proud of—one loaf, one post, one day at a time. I don’t know where this road ends, but I’m really starting to like where it’s taking me.
Whining, Wine-ing & Winning 
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