From that point on, things would change. Not only did I realize life is too short to live my days giving it all away, but I knew I had to find a healthy way to cope. To grieve. I had to take care of ME for once. So, I ate my words and quit my job.
I don't know about you, but I think change is hard. We moved towns, changed schools, I left my work and my friends, I lost my mom and life was different. I was different.
But do you know what stayed the same? My desire to uplift others by serving them, my love of food and its ability to bring people together; my will to make others feel important. It's called hospitality and I learned it from my mom.
She was the best at this.
My mom loved others so well. I remember coming home from college and walking in the front door. She had music playing, the fireplace burning, candles lit, flowers on the table, a plate of cookies on the counter, and homemade soup on the stove. If that doesn't say "You are important and loved", I don't know what does.
Fortunately, she and I have a lot in common.
So, I found myself in the kitchen. I'd pour a cocktail, ask Alexa to play Michael Buble, make a board and watch my friends and family gather. They felt important. Their smiles, laughs, ooohs and ahhhs eventually turned into more.
"Will you make me a board, Katie?"
And I said, "Yes".
And that was the beginning of this adventure called Board and Bread.
My hope and my prayer is that each and every board I create makes someone feel loved, important and cared for. Because, let's be honest....we all deserve the music, the candles, the flowers and whatever it is that brings us together.