I've always been a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, leap-before-I-leap kinda girl.
I've always focused on the present-the pleasures of the here and now. I feel like most my age perceive their life as a constant climb, fixated on the possibilities of tomorrow, the light at the end of the tunnel. Recently, I've started to join the ranks.
It's tough because it's hard to discern if it's my youthful arrogance or if I'm actually ready to do more. Living in the here and now, I look at past transgressions and behavior and feel so removed from the person I was who committed them. I'ts hard to know whether or not I will have these same emotions in the years to come. All I know is I love the job that I am hopefully destined to do. I want it so bad I can taste it. It's an all-consuming passion of the most desirous kind-self-fulfillment combined with the ecstasy of success.
In other news, I've found that I've been needing more and more solitary time. Time to unwind with my thoughts, listen to music, and experiment with recipes, spices, and food. I've come to the conviction that's there's no meditation, no religious practice more zen that mincing garlic. The satisfaction of the chop, the heady aroma it releases, the peace of focusing on one singular task...nothing greater. I've always said that if nothing else works out, I want to own my own Italian restaurant. Until the moment of truth, it's filed in the dreams for later bin. Time to focus up!
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