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Day 62: f*ing friday: fear of fire

2 Mar

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Film

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fear of Fire.

As in, cooking.

Tonight I officially took a little leap of faith and jumped over fire. Well, at least I bent over the stove for a good hour.

So, maybe I didn’t actually run, jump or leap over a fire pit, but I did turn a lot of kale from the organic market into a resemblance of dinner without burning the kitchen down.

What, are you surprised?  Yes, me too!

The Chinese have a saying: “Eighty percent is perfection.”  And, I am officially commandeering this concept for my kitchen confidential adventures.

It’s time I get over my fear of fire and all things Julia Child.
So, in this month of facing fear I am officially MARCHing into the kitchen.

Tonight was fun and easy because I was cooking just for me and Pup since Justin’s working tonight — so no pressure, no judgement, no vomiting at the table. The stakes will get higher of course when I cook for other walking, breathing humans who have taste buds.

So, that’s why I am adopting this mantra: 80% is perfection.

Because I realize my fear of the kitchen has nothing to do with the culinary arts — rather, it’s my fear of making a mistake or messing up, or to put differentlynot being perfect.

So, I’m working on embracing perfect in the f*ing imperfect.
And, I suppose that’s the best recipe I can learn.

Now, who wants to come over for dinner?

P.S. Here’s a little photo trip from the farmers market to my kitchen table — fire not included.

Day 19: i want to be perfect

19 Jan

I make mistakes, namely typos. It happens.
Yesterday, I made a major boo-boo, misspelling the name of Shoes of Prey (that is the correct spelling.) All apologies.

I cringe when I find improper use of nouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, pronouns or the conjugation-ness a mess.

I am not perfect. Even though I want to be.
The problem with making  a public promise to do something every day is having to do it.

My goal is to be as honest, real and as human as possible over the course of this year. I am opening myself up in order to open myself up.

Of course, I also want to be pithy and smart and funny and deep.
I want to be perfect.

But, I have a daily deadline to write something.
To the agony of my inner perfectionist, at some point I have to hit the “publish” button. I am both my own worst critic and editor.

The other side of my brain, the more enlightened side, reminds me of these three magic words:  Just. Do. It.

They are the same three words my father told me when I was agonizing about what major to declare in college. I loved art, history, psychology, sociology, sports studies… too many to declare even with minors involved.

The decision was larger than life and way too overwhelming.
In my brain, everything rested on me declaring the perfect major which would lead to the perfect internship, the most fantastic job, and the ultimate career.

I was stuck.
The deadline was looming.
How was I to choose?

I called my father for counsel on the verge of tears.
I was too young to mess up my life.
He just laughed, a very knowing and loving chuckle and said: “Jamie, just get the piece of paper. Just do it.”

So, I did.
I never landed or lost a job because I had a Women’s Studies degree or because I chose not to declare an Art Minor. It has not yet made me or broken me in any way.

When I am stuck I repeat those three magic words. When I make mistakes I take comfort that I am taking action and at least doing something.

I know I am going to make mistakes this year, but I am going to keep writing each and every day.

If you are on the verge of writing, dancing, painting, changing, speaking, seeing, loving, leaving, or some other form of personal commitment …
I have three words to say:

Just. Do. It.
And know, I will be here making mistakes with you.

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