I'm on the path to creation while weeding out the unnecessary things in my life. I think I've got something here. Love, passion, drive.
I've been cooking a lot of my own meals lately; instead of succumbing to Whole Foods' monopoly of prepared foods. D: Though it is convenient and delicious~
But I know if I just put a bit of effort I can make the same if not better dishes :)
I have naughty days where my Geliebter and I go to the pub have some beers and some fried foods and then the following day if I'm not active enough I try and eat as simple as possible. I sauteed up some hearty red bell pepper and crimini mushrooms. Topped with a small brown egg and chopped avocado from my backyard. A nice light but hearty power meal to get me through work.
But anyway~ while i was cooking I didn't have anything to dry my hands on in between washes! Then I remembered this cute floral apron I bought at the thrift store! And everytime I rubbed my hands into the fabric I got a nostalgic feeling. It wasn't from me using an apron when I was little or seeing my mother cooking in the kitchen. I realized how much I admired scenes in movies where the camera stops to focus on a woman drying her hands on her apron. It looks so graceful and humble. The act of a women stopping what she is doing in the kitchen, wiping her hands, taking a seat to listen to her loved one. She may not have known, but she simply dried her hands just so she can rest her chin in her hand. :)