There’s something strangely soothing about coming home after one of those long, nonstop days and stepping into the kitchen. The moment I step into the kitchen and put a pot on the stove, everything seems to quiet down a little. It’s like the world gives me a small nod and says, “Alright… breathe.”
I love the way cooking forces you to slow your pace. You can’t really rush chopping an onion, or let garlic brown unattended, or hurry a simmer that needs time to settle into itself. It’s a gentle kind of slowing — the kind that says, “You’ve done enough today. Let this part be easy.”
So I take my time. I put on some music and just… potter. Stir this, taste that, let things happen in their own time. There’s no pressure to make anything fancy — even beans on toast feels like a small act of kindness when you’re tired but still show up for yourself in the kitchen.
By the time dinner’s ready, I always feel a little more grounded, a little more like myself again. Cooking has this way of smoothing out the edges of the day. It gives my brain a chance to just be present.
Hope you get a moment this week to slow down, breathe, and make something simple that warms you from the inside out.
I hope you get chance to cook something that makes you smile this week.
