This is NOT what I wanted my lunch to be today.
It’s wet, cold and drizzly outside, I’m tired after Maxwell’s unsettled night(s) and we’re currently amidst a heap of ‘oh wow, life is about to change a lot - again - and very soon!’ (Yes folks, we’re on the move again and sooner than expected but I’ll tell you more on that another time!)
So no, I did not want to freshen myself with this raw spinach, sea bass and avocado salad.
I wanted to dive head-first into a bowl full of steamy, buttery, cheesy pasta; eat enough for three people and then top it all off with an entire bar of chocolate - and no, not the healthy kind.
But I didn’t…
Sometimes I do…
But ideally, not at times like this.
Because times like this, I’ve come to realise, are when I MOST need to care for myself. I most need to show up and do things that say to me, “I care about you Georgie, and I’m here to look after you.”
Cheesy, buttery pasta to a lactose intolerant who generally avoids gluten, sadly, does not say ‘I care’.