I baked a pie
For those who know me, they know that baking is not what I typically do when I want to relax. The flour everywhere, the sticky hands/counter/children, the steps. It just hasn't always been for me.
Then I made a pie. A real, homemade apple pie. And it was delicious. So now I am going to keep baking, and making a mess, and cleaning it up because the end result was soooo worth it in the end.