Rain rain go away, come again another day.
Was supposed to go jogging this evening but it was raining at my usual spot, pouring thunderstorm. While going home, I actually prayed that I won't have to go. But when I didn't manage to go, I felt something amiss. The irony of it, the irony of me. Thinking back, I know exactly what I'm missing out on, the exact thing I needed right now. I want to let go and be myself, I want my freedom, my joy, my peace. I can't imagine living a life trying to be someone I'm not. I crave and long to be true to my one and only self.
I hate to admit this, but I got pretty affected by the series of events that happened over the past two days. I haven't been myself, I haven't been doing what I should be doing, but it doesn't matter. Magical comfort comes when I know I'm loved regardless of what I did or did not do. I can go ahead and live a life of freedom, making mistakes, falling down, then picking myself up again and stride forth with a confident expectation of good. Life is still beautiful.
I woke up craving for muffins today and popped by the cafe downstairs to take a peek at their lovely domed-shaped muffins. Unfortunately, they weren't available early in the morning, hence I went without breakfast. In order to prevent further disappointment, I made myself a batch of muffins with whatever leftover chocolate chips I had in my stash. Thank goodness there were enough to spare.
Made this with my favourite muffin recipe, and learnt a new lesson in the process. From now on, I resolve to not use measurements by cups and weigh my ingredients instead. It makes a whole lot of difference! Not that I've been measuring by cups alot, but when I feel lazy, I tend to take shortcuts. With the potential discrepancy in quality staring straight at my face, I shall be disciplined and do it the right way.