I apologize for my lack of posting. I've been trying to find the way I want to phrase this specific topic.
I honestly believe people are put into your life for a specific reason and purpose. Sort of like our own personal angels. I'm really starting to realize the major impact people that could've passed me by have had on me. Yes, of course family is always a huge impact, but for most people, they've been there. My family has been there and I couldn't ask for a better one. But what about those people that you got the random urge to talk to out of nowhere that became your best friend? Or the teacher you actually listened to that showed you you could follow those so-called far-fetched dreams? Yes, of course there are the people that come into your life just to hurt you. Our own personal demons. But maybe they were here to hurt you to show you just how strong you are without them? I know that that would explain some nasty friendships that I've questioned. Yes, it hurts at first. But you make it through. And when you do, you know you're the bigger person and that they're still there at the bottom with all that hate and anger. But, at least I hope for you, there are more good people than bad. The reason I bring this up is that a girl came into my life a couple months ago. We talked about music and discovered we have some of the same favorite bands. At one point, we got on the subject of people being put into our lives for a certain reason. As I said earlier, our own personal angels. Ironically, just the other day, I brought up the idea of us being friends for a reason. She told me she had just thought the same thing earlier that day. You see, she is a musician and, as you know, I'm trying to start off my career as a writer. One day, after listening to one of my favorite bands that I had ignored for quite a long time (and got back into for talking to her), I wrote the best short story I have written thus far. I showed it to her and she turned it into a song using my words and her music. Though I've yet to hear the finished product, I know it'll be amazing. I feel like that formed a bond between us that I don't have with my other good friends—like we're each others muses in a way. I think the term I used with her was success partners or something along those lines. We're both trying to succeed and we're doing it together. I truly do believe she was put into my life for a reason and I was put in hers for a reason. And I don't think she's the only person I was meant to meet. I believe I have plent of personal angels made up of people I know and those I don't. So here's to you, Mary Richard! I owe a lot to you. And to my other personal angels: Sherri Smith (one of the best English teachers someone could ask for!), Muse and My Chemical Romance, to name just a few. Wanna hear Mary's music? Check her out here.
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It looks like I have two habits when it comes to writing on this blog. I always write really late at night and, more recently, I'll have a gap between entries and then post two. Oh, well. All the more choices of which post to read, I suppose. But what brings me here at this late hour of 1:33am mountain time is the cake I just baked. Now, if you personally know me, you know that I enjoy baking. I'm pretty good at it, too. My downfall in baking is appearance. I could make the most delicious cake, but it would look like someone had already eaten it. What started this baking adventure was when I saw that my older sister had a Cold Stone milkshake. I started craving Cold Stone. Because it was already rather late and I shouldn't be spending a lot of money on ice cream, I couldn't get it. So I thought I'd try something. I would make homemade cake batter (without the raw eggs, of course. I don't want salmonella!) and freeze it to see if it would be anything remotely like the cake batter ice cream I always get. Well, the recipe I used was a bit odd and just didn't work out. I didn't see a point in throwing it out, though, so I decided to go ahead and add the missing ingredients and bake it. There was just enough for two cakes, so I figured I might as well try a layered cake! I've never done that before! Once the cakes were baked and cooling, I got started on the frosting. It didn't thicken like the recipe said it would. I even refrigerated it for a long period of time to help the process. It finally got to a semi-spreadable texture and went ahead and iced the first layer. Now, I don't know much about baking and decorating cakes (I've mostly been a cookie baking girl), but I think maybe I should've went ahead and taken the other cake out of the pan. When it came time to add the second layer of cake, it went even more downhill than this whole project already was. I fought with it, hitting the bottom of the pan, hoping the cake would slide out as easily as the first. Finally, it came out! Well, part of it. It was falling to pieces. I didn't know what to do. Finally, once a big chunk of the edge fell off, I got an idea! I would carve it! So I took a turner and slid it underneath the cake to help lift it up and started cutting away some excess. I then added it to the cake and finished icing. And voila! I had my very first tiered vanilla cake with chocolate icing! But the point of me writing all of this isn't to tell you about how bad I am at making a pretty cake. I'm looking at a deeper level (this must be the late night hour talking. Or maybe my English class experience in analyzing the smallest things to be something more meaningful. Mrs. Smith would be proud.). What I'm really writing this about is how I started out with something in mind and ended with something completely different. I wanted ice cream and got a two-tiered vanilla cake with chocolate frosting. And, though it's not pretty, I made it work. I didn't give up and throw it all out the minute something went wrong. I just went with it. That's what people need to realize when setting out on any personal journey. The outcome will more than likely not be what you expected. Things will come up that you didn't expect. You may feel like you're doing something completely different than you started out doing. All of this may be true, but that doesn't mean you'll be standing at the end disappointed. My two-tiered vanilla cake with chocolate icing. |
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