Real Sloppy Seconds - a rose by any other name - a metaphor for so many things. As age and wisdom threaten to quash dreams, as the day-to-day repetitions of life might define you as something other than you hoped to be, think about leftovers. Yes, leftovers. Nobody really wants them if you try and pretend they're not just last night's dinner. It takes culinary imagination, wit, and usually some frozen peas and a good splash of wine to re-purpose leftovers into something you can sell.
This mother of five whose youngest is finally getting on the bus (in seven months and twelve days) may find re-invention necessary if she is to sell anything of herself again. Depending on how long she's been out of the game, it's going to take a whole lot more than the mere desire to get back in. And what if you traded that career for birthin' babies largely because you hadn't gotten it right then, either? What if you have no desire to go back to what was? Just like that steak is never going to come to the table the way it did just off the grill, neither will you. Imagine if you could make something so much better than what you turned out the first time? It's probably going to be a messy business, this process. Lots of false starts and all that. But starting is the hardest part. Get in the kitchen and see what you can come up with.
