On my recent trip to Kansas City, one of the non-culinary adventures was a trip to the Escape Room. The concept is fairly simple – you choose a room from which to “escape” by solving the clues. The rooms have varying difficulties, but the task is the same. Find the clues in the room, determine if they are helpful or misleading, and, ideally, you will be among the 20 percent who get out in the allotted time.
We had a choice between prison break, which involved handcuffs, and secret agent, which meant finding a spy. One of our team wasn’t into the handcuffs, so we played secret agent. We didn’t get it solved in time to “win,” but we did have a group of strangers cooperating in what seemed like a team-building exercise.
I left it at that until today. After a meeting with some “teammates” in a women’s networking/mastermind group, the clouds cleared in my head. Thanks Tammy and Linda. The Escape Room seemed more like a metaphor for life. There are clues all around us – and sometimes there is a higher power to gently guide – and it’s up to us to figure out which of them are useful and which can lead us down a dead-end path.
Sometimes the only way to figure out if the clue is relevant is to wander. Some of us have the fortune or clarity to see the clues for what they are, and follow the path to the right job, the right spouse, the right future. Some of us follow what seems to be the right path, only to find ourselves wandering off in a field, distracted somehow along the way. Others walk and walk, only to find the path eventually blocked. Sometimes it can be a wall blocking the way, which can be scaled. Other times it could be a cliff, and your choice is to figure how to bridge the divide. Or you can simply turn around and look for a fork and try a new path. And hope you find the clues to unlock the door to the future.
In March I decided it was time to find a new path. I’ve been picking up little clues along the way. Some have been helpful, like getting my master certification in life coaching. Others took me down a path I’m not sure have much to do with my future – other than to prove I can pass all the criminal clearances to be around children.
What clues are out there? I’m looking to the past – my many years of baking and writing. I am fully embracing my present with the wonderful Coffee Club Divas networking group and the Black Diamonds mastermind group. And what about the future? I’m working on it.
Until then, I do what I have always done when looking for clarity – I bake. Today’s recipe for Grandmother Royce’s California Apple Cake is a tried and true one that my sister-in-law Jenna Mead sent me in 2015. This is a real keeper and perfect for apple season.
I also made it as part of King Arthur Flour’s Bake and Share Initiative in October. For every pledge they receive to bake and share, King Arthur will donate to Feeding America.