I celebrated my half birthday last week — 53 and a half, (highly recommend celebrating half birthdays by the way).
I spent the day baking.
A spiced apple cake with brown butter frosting.
Cookies for school lunches.
The works.
And here’s the thing that still blows my mind: I did all of that baking, with all that raw dough and frosting within arm’s reach, and I didn’t end up feeling sick or out of control.
I had exactly what I intended to have.
I followed through on my plan.
Baking should be one of life’s simple joys. But for so many of us, it’s fraught.
This tiny habit changes that.
