Sourdough Chaos

Recently my second born (3.5 years old) decided that Mommy’s sourdough starter must be investigated. Leading to a bacterial infection in my starter, deeming it useless. Post disaster, I decided to try to make my own starter. Because in the midst of the pure chaos that is my life, why not! Well long story short, I failed. I think my kitchen exists too cold during the winter (high 60s) and I’m not willing to keep it warmer than that. But that all just leads me to my main point…

Sometimes We Try

Sometimes no matter how hard we try, it’s just not enough. We can give it our all and still fall short. Sometimes it’s not even our fault (thanks cold kitchens lol). But it’s not about the failure, it’s about what we do in the aftermath.

Village (population: us)

How often have we heard of the “village” that no longer exists? All the time right? Well here was/is my problem. I can see the village, I know it’s there, I have no problem being a villager for everyone else… But when it comes time for struggle to hit my door.. I feel like such a burden to ask for help. It may be a small act, but asking a friend to share some of her beautiful starter with me.. was terrifying. Not only was it admitting failure, but worse.. I was potentially bothering her. Silly right? The village is there, don’t be afraid to ask for help with yours, its part of the whole “deal”.