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Nr. 18

Not so much to say today. I did a lot of practical things, which is positive and something I should shrug off. But although I didn’t find so much sleep last night I feel positive today.

I am beginning to enjoy cooking again. I mean haven’t really lost the enjoyment, but I at least feel inspired to experiment again. One of my best friends is also really into cooking and so knowledgeable too. I have meant to make contact about this and see if we can maybe talk about ideas and stuff. It’s weird that we haven’t yet. We talk about things we do and what we like but never give each other tips or maybe join minds and make up a dish together. That would be fun. Yes, I think I’m gonna do that. 

I’m slowly starting to mold the idea of a book again. I’ve mentioned before how perfectionism have destroyed every attempt I’ve made towards writing a book. This blog was never supposed to be a literary masterpiece, just an exercise to just force myself to do something each day without self criticism. So I guess it hasn’t helped me in regards of actually writing the book, but perhaps molded a rough outline of a technique to write. 

I think that’s all I managed to write today. Not so exciting unfortunately, and inconsistent as well. But it’s ok ☺️👍🏻 

See you tomorrow. 

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