My 30th birthday was 2 weeks ago. I didn't think it would affect me, you know, leaving the 20 to 29 box, and moving on to the 30 to 40 box. Yikes!
On the day of my birthday, my boyfriend and I went out brunching, so I'm sipping a delightful mimosa, and eating the best Eggs Benedict I've ever had, then, out of nowhere, it happened. I started crying. I felt really sad. Mostly because I realized right then and thirty that I've been wasting my life ... So many years of doing nothing, so many days of nonthinking, procrastinating and finishing half way every project I started. I had just hit the dark walls of reality.
We must all feel like this at one point right?
Ive decided to do something about it. I'm tired of thinking I'm not good or smart enough to accomplish anything. I have decided to write a cooking book. In order to accomplish my task I need to learn more about the essential art of cooking! Cooking is the only true thing that makes me happy and that I know I'm good at.
I have no idea where to start. Help(?)
Tonight I'm making chili.. Veal and black bean. Mmm!! Bonne appétit!
Melanie
