Designing for comfort

Today, I woke at four, the windows dark and covered with frost; the air in my bedroom cold enough that I could see tiny puffs of white when I turned on the light and put my glasses on. The floor was cold under my feet too — but it did not stop me from the first part of my morning routine, the gratitude for another day to be in the world, to see the sun come up and to see what might come next. I never know.

Because I have chosen to walk a path toward control of my own destiny, I have no doubt, as I grind my coffee in the pre dawn light, that(a) whatever I do today, it will be something that lands me in a place I have never been before, and (b) that it will move me forward toward that as yet somewhat formless but shining place of fulfillment that has become my life’s purpose.

Oh, and the meatballs? those soldiers, lined up carefully by a perfectionist cook(not me)? in an aluminum pan that has a real watermark on the bottom, heavy cast to carry heat, the kind that turns tomato sauce black but when used properly heats things like meatballs made from two parts sausage and one part hamburg with other ingredients mysterious to me — at the now dark end of a snowy day, they send me towards slumber.

Crol LeBaron

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