I will be in France this time next week and now that the jittery feeling has subsided, I’m beginning to feel more and more excited about what I will learn and the new people I’m going to meet. When I am anxious and can’t focus, I tend to cook. Cooking seems to have a therapeutic effect on me. My head tends to get clearer and I gain confident. As I didn’t have anything to cook in the fridge except cheese, I mean a lot of cheese, from Saturday’s wine and cheese night. So I just went out to get some groceries. I usually go shopping without any particular menu in mind and pick veggies and fruit that look good, and then lay them out on the kitchen top and that’s when my brain gets busy thinking up recipes.
This posting has been quite delayed and I almost decided to discard it yesterday because these biscuits didn’t seem to have the same specialty as when I first made it a few days ago. That is what happens, isn’t it? Things lose their charms when left for too long. So since I’d already done something crazy on the spur of moment, I thought I’d do the same with this. What has been consuming my mind lately is to do with pursuing my dreams. Though some say dreams are better to be left as dreams, I’ve finally decided that I’d rather be a failure at something I enjoy than a success at something I hate. I don’t know if this trial will end up adding to my already long list of the things that I’ve tried and hasn’t worked, but at least I learn something, which will be part of the journey to find the one that works for me like Thomas Edison said. “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”