I’m trying to hold on to something. It’s feels big and elusive… and I just looked down at my fingernails to find that at some point during the day I must have bitten them all off. I’m trying to hold on to an idea. It’s baby (not literally, I’m not good at those). It’s new. It means that I would be pushing myself to create something I’ve never created before.
Sometimes you walk into a room… a room that you’ve been in a million times before… and there’s a new idea sitting there, and you can’t ignore it even though it’s big and kinda scary and definitely daunting. And maybe you try to wrestle with the idea to make it smaller or more manageable but the idea says… NO. I am this and we can do it. Except the idea doesn’t really have to do anything but be, and I have to do all the heavy lifting to make it real for other people too.
At least… that’s what if feels like when I have something not food related I want to write. Feels like a beast of a thing.
To manage my big idea… I made food. Because I’m good at making food, better than I am at wrestling with big ideas. Making food is soothing.
This, from the bucket list of recipes I’d like to make: tiramisu!
Sweet goals and big ideas. Getting things done.