I don't know about you, but I still have not figured out who I want to be when I grow up.
I know that it is expected that at a certain point in one's life, this should already be figured out.
What is that age?
25? 30? 40?
Maybe it's somewhere beyond that, because I know at the age of 41 I sure don't have it all figured out.
I started out thinking that I had it all figured out. At the wise, old age of 17, I knew EXACTLY what I was going to do with my life. How I was going to live. Who I was going to spend it with. Oh, I knew I didn't have all the answers; but I was pretty darned sure about those pieces of it.
Then life happened. I took stock. Changed direction. And then life happened some more. Changed direction again.
By the time I was in my 20's, I realized I knew a little less than I thought I did.
By the time I hit my 30's, I realized that I knew more than I did then but still had a lot to learn.
40? I knew what I knew and I knew that I didn't know what I don't know.
Today, I realize that I don't know what I do know (or can't remember that I know...or something like that).
One thing I do know... is that I am generally okay with all of that.
Life doesn't have to be laid out in perfect grid pattern (but if anyone has that figured out, please let me know).
Some days will go the way I had planned them. Others, not so much.
People will come and go.
Some days will be happy. Some days will be sad.
At times, I am a mother. Other times, I am a daughter. Employee. Pain in the a##. Whoever I am at that moment is who I am. I don't have to have it figured out. I don't have to choose. I just have to be me...whoever that is.
I am sure it sounds more zen than it actually is. Zen is one thing that I am not... In reality, it's chaotic and messy and a little bit unnerving; but that's okay.
Speaking of something that doesn't know what it is supposed to be...this week's French Fridays with Dorie recipe, croquants, seemed to have a little bit of an identity crisis of its own going on.
Half cookie, half meringue - this simple mixture of nuts, sugar, egg whites and just a little bit of flour was probably one of the easiest cookies (if you want to call it that) that I have ever made. Stir. Drop. Bake.
I just don't even know how to classify the end result - other than delicious.
My take-away from this week's episode: If I were a cookie, I would be a croquant.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.The recipe for croquants can be found here - I do urge you to give them a try. Start to finish, these barely took me a half hour - the hardest part was waiting for them to cool down...