Entire Thanksgiving dinner cooked alone three days after the main event.
I always had my own sense of timing. And the blog I wrote on Saturday inspired me to try.
What if I could make an entire Thanksgiving dinner by myself?
Packing my freezer with Thanksgiving dinners in small containers to delight me in the coming months.
I followed possibility and a spirit of adventure as I rekindled all my holiday traditions just for me.
Echoes of the past rang through the day. I reached out to connect to my children and tell them of my adventure and reminisce about the past. I called my mother with my usual questions about how to know when the bird is done. Timing of the meal is always tricky. Thermometer said she was done, but when I cut into her, she was not done. Back to the oven.
Working that hard at only one thing reminds me how good it feels to be engaged creating something tangible. It's fulfilling to see the fruits of your labor so quickly. It seemed impossible, but by taking one small step and then another, I found myself at the end. Just like my ultramarathons. A priceless remembering that I already know how to do this. I just forgot the power of focusing on only one thing and stepping until I get there.