I made waffles yesterday. I have never made them before. Always repetitive visits to A&W for double-scoop vanilla ice cream with strawberry jam waffles. So I made them again this morning. He thinks it’s repetition. Unneeded repetition. But this is how I know it is:
I want to know how to make them. Then I’ll make them again to see how I like them. Over and over again tirelessly until the result makes me smile. I will then keep making them until it gets to my own personal perfection. Like, how much time should I keep them in the waffle maker, or how fluffy should the eggs be.
This is also how I think, practice and implement in life.
– Getting the recipe: Observation
– Making them: Practice, Experience & Adventure
– Adjusting: Research, Discovery & Learning Curves
– Settling: Review & Closing of File
Something like that. I do know I’m missing one or two items in there.
I just want to be inspired.
And I love him.
I love him.
So loving him.
I wonder if he knows how much appreciation, feeling of blessing, utmost trust and loyalty I feel inside me right now.
Note to Self: Life and love embrace you when you set yourself free. Now sky’s the limit.