This afternoon I got out an art project I’ve been working on over the months. I’m not an artist by any means, but I like to create and experiment. It opens me up and gives my spirit freedom to fly…or float…or just be.
As I was sifting through my pre-set websites, I came across something that touched my spirit and made me want to fly. Thank you 400 Days ’til 40!

Fortuitous Forty!!!

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?  

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April 10 – what would Rachel do?

I found myself happily in the kitchen prepping for a party.  I was taking mini chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting, gluten and dairy free, of course.  The cupcakes have cooled and I am mixing up the frosting.  45 minutes until we need to leave in order to be on time.  Unfortunate for me, my frosting is not whipping up.  It’s turning mushy and greasy.  Enter the freak out.

As my eyes begin to well up with tears, I begin to panic, the once happy thoughts turning to “what am I going to do?!”, and I get shaky and see a bad outcome.  All of a sudden, a wonderful picture of my good friend Rachel comes to mind.  She bakes cakes, glorious cakes.  I’m sure she’s been under pressure much greater than I.  She does parties.  BIG parties.  People pay her for her creations.  I think to myself, what would Rachel do?  She can’t freak out.  She wouldn’t.  She’s not that kind of person.  She is calm, level headed, and has the beautiful ability to overcome obstacles rather than allow them to stop her.  And at that very moment, she is my calm.

I repeat to myself, what would Rachel do?  Find a way.  My first frosting didn’t work.  It’s only a failure if I don’t try again.  So, foraging through my cabinets, I come up with the things I need to make another batch of frosting.  I’ve done it before, I can do it again.  I smile as I think of Rachel.  I smile even more when the pink frosting takes the form it should.  I rejoice.  I have overcome an obstacle, that was to me, initially, a bad ending.

This isn’t the only time that I’ve conjured up a vision of Rachel to keep me from a total melt down.  I will save myself many tears and failures by doing so.

Fill in your blank:  What would ___________ do?