Sometimes life moves so fast that we forget little bits & bobs of who we once were and what we once loved.
We forget how much we love ingredients, food, the whole process of creating something beautiful in the kitchen.
We forget how much we need to write. To process on paper, or mac, the longings and fears and questions that are on our heart.
We forget how much we love to watch people. To visually experience the way they react to the life around them.
So we must, then, take time to recapture those loves once again.