I’ve found it difficult to achieve any type of balance lately.
Imbalance when I stand up.
There’s always something going on and right now the list is more like a million little things. I’m immersed in conflict and can’t see my way out. I seek happiness and friendship. I pray that I can go outside and not have a panic attack. I wish to breathe normally again.
And when none of this seems like it’s a realistic goal, I bake.
I bake to avoid loneliness. I bake to cure boredom. I bake to wet my appetite. Sometimes I feel empty like this little cupcake liner. Other days I feel like this:
Filled to the brim with possibilities.
Cupcakes give you a sense of warmth and comfort. Nothing can feel wrong when you have a cupcake.