I’m Learning To Sail My Ship

I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning to sail my ship.– Louisa May Alcott

It’s not easy to learn to sail a ship I’ve never sailed before. I know my ship was built for open water, to sail the seas. I will cast off from my safe harbor and venture into unknown waters trusting the good Lord and His Holy Spirit to guide me.

For a grieving guy, setting sail for me means to face head on all the difficult things I want to avoid. I want to face them without flinching, complaining, or passing them off. I want to own them. I want to taste the emotions that come with facing them. I think this is the way I will grow stronger and more confident.

One of the challenges for me is to cook. I never cooked before (I don’t count the stuff on the grill that I thought was cooking). I liked to lick the batter bowl when the kids were younger. I liked to sneak a bite or two of a meal before it was served. Now, I cook for one (I still sneak a bite before it hits the table). I want to cook healthy meals. The other night I made roasted asparagus. I did a pretty fair job. Granted, I roasted enough asparagus for more than one. I’m still figuring that part out. I saved a portion to go with a quinoa salad the next night. You’ll see rosemary (a blessing from living in south Texas) and parmesian oregeano grated on top of the asparagus (see the photo). I’m not ready for the Food Channel. I’m convinced the more I do for myself, the more I heal. I’ve always been proactive. I should add when I finished with the asparagus, I turned to a photo of Babe and said, “I bet you’re proud of me.”

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