It takes much more courage to let go of things that used to make us fulfilled than it does to keep them waiting in a static state.
I wonder how Woody Allen’s films fell into the same plots every time. Why did he feel so left out and unfulfilled? Did she look for something more than just ‘good’? Why couldn’t they just be honest with their feelings? Perhaps certain matters were fated to go through a few complications and self-actualizations for us to awaken with full recall.
This old Swedish pop piece awoke the unfaded memories from the back of my thoughts. His deep voice that mellowed with the interlacing notes of simple instruments pulled me back and forth between my realistic state and a series of fuzzy dreams about one peculiar folk with a downright attitude.
In my hazy and dispersed memories, the smell of bread occupied our home in the morning before I went to school. My childhood memories about breakfast have been associated with pastries. Never in my life have I known that the process of making croissant required such laborious skills and techniques (in the similar manner as my mother’s character).
Most of my coworkers in the kitchen have atypical tastes when it comes to food. It challenged me to create uncommon birthday cake with a combination of wholesome ingredients which actually yielded delicious result. A marriage among my a la mode almond-cashew frangipane, light mixture, and crunchy texture didn’t leave my crew feeling heavy, instead satisfied with the right amount of sweetness and sourness.
Having come across with a lighthearted young lady last year, who forever changed my view of the world, I learned that energy built from good relationships is infectious. When kindness, love, and respect come into play and multiply, the space that holds us together becomes joyful environment where we live in.
This morning I felt like having a simple breakfast made with blueberries and whatever I had in the fridge. No salt and sugar were added in this jam recipe, simply because a plain and healthy meal was my intention. Something clean and pleasant happened when herbs are mixed with fruits.