Good Morning Gray.
(this is Milan, and a rather warm place in the spring.)
My beautiful Seattle-gray saturday mornings equate to the perfect time for large breakfasts. So in my pre-coffee daze I started gathering all the ends of my vegetables for an omelet, already imagining the taste of fluffy eggs, sweet vegetables, and the crunchy bits from being in a hot cast iron pan. Once I snapped out of my delusion, I was standing with a coffee cup in hand staring at a single bowl containing all my ingredients mixed in together with the eggs. During my delusion I had apparently forgotten how to cook an omelet and needless to say, the vego-egg-thing scramble was a bit soggy and didn’t really taste like anything.
This whole getting better at life thing can be slow, but today I learned to wake up before I try to do anything.
