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Yesterday's baklava turned out well, as did the savory corn cakes, and the cashew butter cookies are in the oven. To this day, it amazes me how much tension successful cooking/baking releases. I think that it might feed the thing I miss most about working, the sensation of being good at something, having verifiable worth. Also, baking usually gives me opportunity to rock out in the kitchen, which is never a bad thing. As much as I don't really miss the locations in which I used to dance, I still miss a socially-sanctioned opportunity to wiggle my hips as much as I want.

I read friends' posts of disorganization, or hear their tales, and I regret the fact that I cannot be, on some level, married to all the people I like. Being with Light has refined my skills and gotten me to the point where I truly, truly enjoy being an organizing force, remembering most of what needs to be remembered, and being able to put my hands on most of the things we own because that's how my memory works. And that's probably another extension of the desire to be of worth, of use. And, well, I'd love to live in a world where I could do the things that I am good for other people in exchange for the things that they are good at on some more permanent/socially acceptable level than trying to bully them into accepting help.

I find myself addressing the universe, in my posts and my thoughts more often than usual these days. While I still identify as firmly agnostic, occasionally I start to believe in woo-woo things like the power of intention, and clearly stating goals. In that vein, this is my letter to the universe. After careful consideration, I've decided it still counts behind a cut.

( Dear Universe, )

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Yesterday's baklava turned out well, as did the savory corn cakes, and the cashew butter cookies are in the oven. To this day, it amazes me how much tension successful cooking/baking releases. I think that it might feed the thing I miss most about working, the sensation of being good at something, having verifiable worth. Also, baking usually gives me opportunity to rock out in the kitchen, which is never a bad thing. As much as I don't really miss the locations in which I used to dance, I still miss a socially-sanctioned opportunity to wiggle my hips as much as I want.

I read friends' posts of disorganization, or hear their tales, and I regret the fact that I cannot be, on some level, married to all the people I like. Being with Light has refined my skills and gotten me to the point where I truly, truly enjoy being an organizing force, remembering most of what needs to be remembered, and being able to put my hands on most of the things we own because that's how my memory works. And that's probably another extension of the desire to be of worth, of use. And, well, I'd love to live in a world where I could do the things that I am good for other people in exchange for the things that they are good at on some more permanent/socially acceptable level than trying to bully them into accepting help.

I find myself addressing the universe, in my posts and my thoughts more often than usual these days. While I still identify as firmly agnostic, occasionally I start to believe in woo-woo things like the power of intention, and clearly stating goals. In that vein, this is my letter to the universe. After careful consideration, I've decided it still counts behind a cut.

( Dear Universe, )