Both my parents, for whatever reason, are intensely intrigued with Black Forest Cakes. They don’t know exactly what it is, but they have the impression that it’s really sophisticated. My mom commented to me how she sees all sorts of things “reduced to clear” from Safeway, but never the Black Forest Cake. And I scoff thinking about the fake whipped cream and the questionable maraschino “cherries” and the probably-too-dry cake layers. I mean, not that I think my baking is all that, but it’s pretty easy to beat supermarket cakes in the flavor department. And the moistness department. So one day, I will bake a black forest cake to end all black forest cakes just for my parents, but before that, here’s a spin-off…
*Let’s play a fun game where we pretend Colleen didn’t forget to publish this post she had drafted weeks earlier! Yeah, I know, I love that game too, try to contain your excitement.*
We’re heading into the pre-holiday, pre-finals season, and I can sense everyone’s energy waning. And lately, all I’ve been wanting to do is sleep, and I fall asleep on the bus and skytrain just like that. Usually I try to stay productive, but most of the time really, I’m just staring blankly at my notes. Although maybe that’s just my body trying to master the art of sleeping with your eyes open. Good job body, keep it up.
Even though it’s been a while since I last wrote, not much has happened. Like actually, not a lot. I mean, school/work/commute life is the same as it has always been.
Birthdays are celebratory for sure, but it doesn’t feel the same as when you were a little kid. You wouldn’t have thought about your parents growing old. Wouldn’t have considered that they aren’t as invincible as they appear to be. Wouldn’t have yet noticed the grey hairs springing up on their heads overnight.
But I have yet to see the day where my mom isn’t able to find something I lost. And my dad is still a superhero in every way possible.
So I’ve started reading for interest again (finally) and my current read is, “How to Be Happy without Being Perfect”. What attracted me was the “How to Be Happy” part of the title, and not so much the “without Being Perfect”. As it turns out, the book smallly focuses on how perfectionism negatively affects different aspects of our lives. The author, Dr. Domar, gives her advice on how to retrain our brains.
This sounds ridiculous if you know me, but I didn’t remember(?)/realize(?) I was a perfectionist… I’m serious, it was a revelation reading that book. In elementary school I had been called a perfectionist a few times, but never in high school, so I was never conscious of the fact that I was one for a very long time.