We grew up in a house where Mom was always making something, whether it was homemade bread or fresh pasta, she was a whir in the kitchen. Like her, I feel very comfortable in the kitchen, and that's where my self-confidence blooms. I started cooking for myself after college; starting off simple, and when my future husband moved in, I took it to the next level.
I remember when I stopped worrying. Lying in bed, worrying about something at work, letting it make you feel sick -- I realized that was so stupid. If you can do something about it, you do it. If you can't, you let it go. If you can't control or change something, then enjoy life -- this moment. My illness allowed me to gain this transformational perspective.