I started to fret as I was cleaning out our pantry this evening. The fretting wasn't over the obvious (the fact that I am cleaning out my pantry on a Friday night), but instead it was about the lack of anything decent in our pantry. As I tossed things into the garbage, I realized that the pantry is just like my closet upstairs: cluttered with items that I don't wear, don't use, don't even like anymore so that it doesn't feel empty. It doesn't feel organized but at least it doesn't feel empty.
I still have the first suit that I purchased for a job fair my senior year at Mizzou.
Up until 15 minutes ago, I still had some hot cocoa mix that was best if used by May 15 2008. 2008!
My fretting subsided as I looked up above the top shelf and saw a plaque hanging from the wall.
And then I realized that it's OK if I'm not a perfect cook. Or even a cook, at all, for that matter.
I don't have to be perfect at everything....