busy. bored. overwhelmed. uninspired. insane. dissatisfied. my life is a mess and more often than not, i’m hating cooking. it’s like i’ve left myself. my soul had dried out. it’s been too hot, the fires are out of control, the ocean calls and all i can do is cry out that i love her.
autumn is coming. i baked a delicata with my chicken, and some thin-sliced potatoes drizzled with olive oil. tomorrow, i’ll bake a cherry pound cake for a sweet friend’s birthday. i’ll even use the maraschino cherries he holds in his heart.
sunday, the rain will come, and my soul will start rehydrating.