Slow Like Honey »

I’ve written this post about 100 times, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say. Not because the words weren’t coming to me – haha no, it was actually the opposite. If there was ever a time for word diarrhea, it would be now, that’s for sure. The thing is, instead of talking about MY issues, I wanna talk about how amazing us ladies are.

That’s right, can we give ourselves a round of applause. I’ve spent the last six days with the finest friends a girl could ask for and wow. Moms-to-be, my fellow single gals, soon-to-be-married friends… We’ve all got stories to tell, heartbreaks to share, memories to reminisce over and in these past 6 days, I’ve done just that. With ample amounts of booze (not with the mom-to-be though, obviously.)

The thing is: we are never static; we’re fluid, complicated creatures. (Wait, is that a good thing?) When life gets a little rough, how you react is a true reflection of who you are and your character. Crap hits the fan, stress runs you down? Well, join the club. It happens to the best of us and it’s all about what you do in the midst of all the chaos. Are  you gonna step up or run? That’s the bottom line.

For me, I have figured out a pretty workable formula here for dealing with stress, or any of life’s curveballs. Throw on a heavy dose of red lipstick, give your hair a good toss, grab closest friends and get out. Which is exactly what I did this past week and, let me tell you, it works.

It was right around 4am on Sunday when I knew everything was going to be fine. I was in a dark, small dance club with two of my favorite people, getting down to the dj’s best hits, a cute guy acting as my dance partner, and it hit me. This, right here? The music, the friendly smile in front of me, the hand on my hip and the flowing cocktails? It was all good.

One of my favorite bloggers, Jess from the LoveList, basically wrapped up my entire thought-process so beautifully on her blog.

We always manage to find it within ourselves to try again though, don’t we? We all want to believe in love. We want to believe that person is out there. I still do, and I’m still going to try, despite the fact that tonight, all I want to do is crawl under the covers and give up.

To each and every other single girl out there: the fact that you dust yourself off, do your hair and go headfirst back out into the warzone makes you downright heroic – I dare any man to try that in heels. To that end, you are all my heroines, and as the Saturday nights come and go, I’m right there in the trenches with you.

And with that, I give you these cookies. Peanut Butter and Nutella Chocolate Chip, to be exact. They are pretty effing amazing, and I may have eaten a couple for breakfast (blame the hangover). They are slightly crumbly, extremely rich and deep with peanut buttery and nutella goodness. There’s something about nutella that just soothes the soul, don’t you think?

Consider it a must-bake item, especially if you get giddy at the prospect of nutella and peanut butter coming together in a truly romantical way. I’m going to be real honest here, I could definitely live off these. And actually have had them consistently for breakfast this week. Oops.