In the midst of the final stretch of summer, the one that seems the busiest, I am so grateful for the reminder to appreciate the beauty in the mundane. The twinge of annoyance as I whisked them from the oven was proof I was getting better.” Now, when the biscuits burned, it was my privilege to care. In the kitchen, I got to care again about the small stuff that’s not supposed to get to you, but does when you’re normal and well. That cooking shifted my attention away from myself was a tremendous relief. You don’t look away, at first because you can’t – you’re too sick – and then because you’re afraid that if you do, you might miss a symptom or a sign and die. ![]() “Being sick is like walking around with a microscope strapped to your face at all times with your own body squished beneath the slide. The things that we so often take for granted. Yes, there’s food in it too and we’ll get to that in a moment but what I loved about reading this book is that in the midst of teetering so closely to death and fighting her way back to life, she found her way through the mundane, mostly. ![]() What she did with that experience is part of what makes her so lovely and brilliant she wrote a stunning book about life, death, recovery, and joy. Jessica Fechtor, the lovely and brilliant author of Stir, nearly died. We just forget to know sometimes.” – Stir We snap at our spouses and curse the traffic and miss the buds pushing up from the ground. Which isn’t to say that we always live our lives accordingly. I think deep down we’re already aware of what’s important and what’s not. “Being sick is supposed to come along with grand realizations about What Really Matters, but I don’t know.
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