“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?“
— Friedrich Nietzsche
This week, the Inbox exploded, emails were lost, French tuition rocks, Kim cooked amazing adobo for everyone, got a liiiitle too high on jasmine, and I finally finally after months spent the past two days painting.
Came up for air after dinner to catch Prometheus with the guys, but these shots should account for my whereabouts after guitar at 9am today. Handpoured beeswax tea lights. Tea lights! Tea lights in egg cartons. Tea lights you can get for $5 at Ikea if you’re into paraffin wax but no, I decide to go and haute them up! Because I am insane. K was right, I am a masochist.
And to think, it wasn’t too long ago, we sat in the back of a cab in Paris and I said, I think I wanna do candles.
Just like how Mmerci Encore started. Standing in the kitchen in my look-up-to-the-heavens, squint-and-say, I think I wanna start a blog about the little things way. In my I think I wanna do French class/I think I wanna take guitar lessons. No. No more. The problem with me is that when I put my mind to something, it happens.
Just like how I told S to slap anything carby out of my hands, someone needs to stop me before I take on an extra hobby and hurt myself. (Side note: grateful for this season, for these opportunities. So blessed and tired, but so very happy to be alive).