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Live Your Legacy

This week, we are back on track with reposting some of my favorite fives. It was curious how these lined up with my heart this week in real time. I have reached a place in life where what I leave is equally as important as my day-to-day. Am I being kind? Am I vocalizing things I've learned to people struggling with similar situations? Am I weaving myself into other's stories in the best ways? I think a monumental part of maturity is caring less about how happy you are and more about the happiness of others.


1. I'm thankful that each day, the sun chooses to share itself with me just as I drive the overpass of 99 to 290. It warms my face and reminds me to breathe. Some days, I breathe so deeply that I see stars and I genuinely feel like I've been given a fresh start in that moment.
2. I'm excited that my brain seems a little clearer this week, while my tummy seems foggier.
3. Words. Most weeks I read and read and nothing speaks to me, but this week, passages seem to grab me and buckle themselves to me for further processing. This identifies as the beginning of a creative horizon and I'm eager to reach it.
4. Chosen battles. I'm delighted that I've been mostly successful in choosing my battles this week. Each day finds me renewed in a wisdom that each opportunity to be silent when I'm raging internally is a victory and also a gift to the receiver of my silence.
5. The most amazing strawberry icing to date. This week, I conquered and was complimented on fresh strawberry icing... and I tasted it... something I almost never do.


If I were a dandelion, who'd be the seeds?

Also, just for giggles, here's the cake I made (recipe from Southern Hospitality)... with the drool-worthy icing...









Ingredients

1 box white cake mix
3 tbsp plain flour
1 (3 Oz) box strawberry jello
1/2 cup water
3/4 cup oil
2 cup fresh or frozen pureed strawberries (one cup for cake & one cup for icing)
4 eggs

Instructions

Combine cake mix, flour, Jello and water. Add oil and eggs, one at a time, beating well between. Add strawberries. Beat 2 minutes. Pour batter into well greased and floured 9×13 pan. Bake at 350* for about 45 minutes.

CREAM CHEESE ICING: adapted from Paula Deen online recipe

1 stick butter softened

1 8 oz. pkg. cream cheese, softened

1 cup frozen or fresh pureed strawberries

3 cups powdered sugar

Add all ingredients to a mixing bowl and mix with mixer until creamy. Pour over cake after it cools from the oven. Add a strawberry to top for garnishment or pureed strawberries to top. Eat and Enjoy!

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