This wakefulness will cost me dearly tomorrow, but better to write than brood about looming work tasks right?
I will keep it simple by recounting my day, which was good, considering the emotional turbulence I have subjected friends and loved ones to this year. It was Dad's birthday so I brought him and Mum out for a scrummy Japanese lunch, after which we did a spot of shopping (Mum needed to get some sundries to bring over to Sydney). When we got home, I did some quick freshening up and some work (yes, had to, no choice) before I headed out to meet les femmes for this utterly delicious celluloid dish. The experience was a pleasant surprise; I expected an animated version of a culinary masterclass (after all, the animators did pay Thomas Keller's kitchen a visit as part of their research for said flick). Instead, what I got were wonderfully fleshed out characters, as well as a sound reminder about what true artistic passion entailed, what it means to simply love and be your craft.
I want to simply be my craft too. I just have to figure out what my craft is.
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