Too tired to write

I just got a job. It is a job as a kitchen hand at a cafe nearby. I start early in the morning and run around doing dishes, cutting vegetables and occasionally serving some food. It is stressful, and quite a big change from doing nothing. I have not had much time lately to think about the things I need to be thinking about at the moment. After all, I am closer than ever to the person I want to be, and if I stop writing I stop journeying towards that person. Because, writing is one of my passions, probably the most important one, since it helps me understand what is going on around me. I just need to make sure that I always fit writing into my life, even though I might be busy and tired.

On the other side, another passion of mine is cooking, so even though my new job is pretty crappy, at least I get to be in a kitchen. Today I spent my day off cooking for some friends of mine. I actually did something I have never done before. People who know me know that I'm not much of a baker. I can make really good dinners, but I've never dared to try baking. Postponing it has only made me afraid to fail. After all, I want to be a good chef. But, as part of my new life I need to take risk. So today I baked my first bread. It was a bread with sun dried tomatoes and herbs. And it tasted quite good. So maybe these last days I've spent, not really thinking about my destiny, have not been a totally waste after all. I just needed to write it down to see that.