So would anyone like to take home a few of these 8 dozen cookies I made?

Jokes. 

Honestly though, I have felt some very deep sadness in these past few months.

I don't really like sharing the dark stuff and always want to keep my pages happy and positive and silly.

But I think it's really important that you know I'm human too. 275727391_511101200623912_876881347980481753_n

When grief becomes overwhelming and I feel like I can't make myself do anything, I bake.

I tried this for the first time a couple weeks ago because I was tired of just sitting and staring and bawling.

And suddenly a thought popped into my head.

Bake cookies.

I'd never done it before. On my own, at least.

So I decided to listen to that little voice.

And as I cracked eggs and laid out parchment paper and mixed the ingredients all together, my soul stilled.

I felt okay.

I could breathe and think about something else outside of me.

This has now become my go-to for those heavy, difficult days.

Two days ago, I made brownies.

I know this strategy works too because I get a sweet treat to reward myself for getting through and feeling and processing and healing.

Trust Lupin's advice: "Eat, you'll feel better."