I Forgot The Yeast

Making bread is part of my identity, maybe even my genetics.  

I have made it so many times I could make it in my sleep (although I really don’t want flour in my bed).  

When I made my last batch, instead of seeing the usual golden fluffy loaves, I found dense, brick-like doorstops.  

It didn’t take me long to realize I forgot to add the yeast.  

Before I threw all 6 cement weights in the trash, we had  a good time dramatically dropping them on the floor and were relieved they didn’t fall through the floorboards.  

The bread worked much better the second time when I added yeast.  

Half of the time I hit a home run with the things I do: my bread is amazing, I show up how I want to with my family, and I do or say the things the way I want to.  

The other half of the time: I forget to add yeast, I say the wrong things, and I don’t show up as the best version of myself.

I love me anyway.

If I were a betting woman, my guess is you are just like me.  

Part of the time we are rockstars.

Part of the time we are a hot mess.

That is the human experience my friend.

We are in good company with the rest of the humans.

If you are struggling with loving all the parts of you, I would “LOAF” to be your life coach.  

Email me and let’s set up a free consultation. 

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