Take a surprise breakfast in bed for your parents. Then burn it. First experience, age 7. Since then I have burned many a meal and food but have definitely made and served more.
Oh, and you'll need Band-Aids. For the knife mistakes. And the burns. And don't worry about your eyebrows, the stove will sear them to a well done roast in no time at all.
"Dude, I like it, but it's spicy!" The usual response from my brother about my homemade dinners. He was referring to the salad. But I stick with my taste buds. Find your palette and stick with it. No, don't change it. Why ever would you do that? It's the most valuable thing you have. The blades, stoves, ovens, all are useless and irrelevant without your precious palette. Everyone has their own. Be proud of yours. Hold on to it for dear life, it will get you through. Remember the sweetness of every spice, their unique composure. The building blocks.
The feeling of accomplishment. The satisfaction of showing them up. The pleasure of proving yourself to yourself. And of course putting yourself completely, heart, soul and emotion into it. This is how it's done.