When a friend poured out her heart about the stuff of life, I sent this response.
I see, hear, feel you. I’m walking in the direction I feel guided. Putting one foot in front of the other. Then self correct.
I used to think there was one path and you’re either on the path or off the path. That’s the way of classical music and French cooking with Julia Child. Which is awesomeness at it’s best.
Real life is more about jazz cooking. You have some guiding principles. You look at recipes for inspiration. You try things together in new combinations. Sometimes it works, sometimes you throw it out. And sometimes magic happens when the ingredients and the timing and cooking process all comes together in the moment. You and I have had those experiences – which is why we believe in them. And for whatever reasons, sometimes isn’t always.
So we try again. We digest what we can and throw out the rest. And we learn. We learn what goes together. We learn what doesn’t go together. We learn about the cooking process called life. That’s the art of jazz living.
Any feedback? Thoughts? Input?