I've been thinking about ideals + expectations. How pervasive they manage to be, regardless of how flexible we think we are or how loose our plans are for life. In the background there's always the unspoken recipe: the ingredients that we deliberately prepare + mix up, all a contribution towards a bigger whole. The hopes + dreams. Those little voices that say "if I head down X path, then Y will happen".But sometimes Y doesn't happen.
Sometimes the recipe goes wrong, or you're missing a necessary ingredient. Maybe the sugar is left out + things don't taste as sweet as you'd hoped. Maybe - if the universal you is anything like me - you burn that last batch of biscuits + that makes you cry. All the frustration seeps out + the experience sours. Your cooking sucks! You'll never make a decent biscuit again! Why do you even frickin bother, when nothing turns out the way it's supposed to?! All fears + criticisms surface to spell out D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R. The internal Drama Queen springs from nowhere to box you round the ears. But as quickly as she arrives she's gone again.
A mate turns up to put the kettle on + dry your tears. She has a packet of honey jumbles in her bag + they taste just fine.
I'll have a pink one please.
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crybaby said...
then from the fires of disaster, a beautiful thing arises. could be a realisation, a new opportunity or the sickly sweet smell of burning dough.
sometimes you need a new thing, and it's not what you pictured but you learn to love it anyway.
sometimes the senselessness of it all makes perfect sense.
i say maybe that plan was not for me, maybe "god" has something else in mind. maybe my timescale is different. maybe happiness is not measured by what i do, who i am, how i feel, who my friends are, how rich i am. maybe my time will come.
maybe we need a new cookie recipe. or better still, brownies.
x x x
ohhhhh the unspoken recipe. my theme for november,
i think i should probably throw it and all my other recipes out the window. they're no longer applicable!
wah!
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crybaby said...
then from the fires of disaster, a beautiful thing arises. could be a realisation, a new opportunity or the sickly sweet smell of burning dough.
sometimes you need a new thing, and it's not what you pictured but you learn to love it anyway.
sometimes the senselessness of it all makes perfect sense.
i say maybe that plan was not for me, maybe "god" has something else in mind. maybe my timescale is different. maybe happiness is not measured by what i do, who i am, how i feel, who my friends are, how rich i am. maybe my time will come.
maybe we need a new cookie recipe. or better still, brownies.
x x x
Words of wisdom y'all. Bring on the brownies!
i'm not a dufus.
i am a wizard in ze kitchen who had a brief moment of self doubt.
Wasn't calling *you* a dufus mate! There was only one dufus of the comment box yesterday... + it was me. Your words of wisdom were beautiful + very much appreciated. You're a poet + ya didn't even know it!
Okay Lady Adi... tell us more!
Wah!
This is the 28th BLOG I've placed a link for regarding the following idea...
http://just-one-day-of-peace.blogspot.com/
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