I wonder what would happen if I put down all of this toxic self doubt I have burdened myself to carry?
Over the past year, you have been following me on a journey of self discovery as I stumble my way along this culinary pathway. It certainly has been a roller coaster!
I would dearly love to evolve & grow this blog into a wee web show, yet every time I begin, some of you may recall I came very close to it last Christmas, I end up sabotaging myself as the horrid seeds of self doubt sprout & spread their evil tendrils.
I get all excited & pumped up – I plan, I experiment, I practice what to say & then I let that little voice in my head take over!
- You’re being ridiculous
- Who on Earth would want to watch to you
- Who do you think you are
- You’re a nobody
- You’re not a chef
- You’re not pretty enough for telly
- You don’t know anything
- You can’t plate up
- You’re food isn’t fancy enough
- You’re not good enough
I’m sure you are now getting the picture. Food is my passion. It’s what I want to share. It’s all I want to do.
It’s true, my food is not fancy, it’s not fine dining & I’m certainly not good enough for MasterChef!
I’m just a stay at home mum living on my mountain top with a strong desire, a dream if you might, of sharing my simple food from my humble kitchen.
To learn the knowledge of our Grandparents generation of how to grow my own food, how to prepare it with great love & to enjoy a blissfully uncomplicated life.
Is there really anything wrong with that?
Am I alone in my desire for simplicity?
Would you watch me?