It's here. 2015. Two more hours till the hour hand strikes twelve. Page 364 of 365.
I'm sitting here passing the time typing away on my laptop, feeling rather pensive. It's been a whirlwind of a year, twenty-fourteen. It gets to me every time, this pinch as I look back at the events of this year. It seems just yesterday I was stepping into the classroom hearing the teachers introduce themselves, me starting my blogging adventures, and joining the photography club.
There's been new faces to meet, things to learn, and a whole host of emotions to experience, from ecstatic squeals preceding crazy cavorting to wails of despair and the frantic pounding of the pillow. I've failed, succeeded, triumphed. I've accepted myself for whom I am, come to terms that I will never be able to cycle a bicycle properly and will always remain somewhat of a drama queen. I've learnt that at times, peace and quiet is all you need, not thinking is better than over-thinking, and being spontaneous can actually be one of the best things ever.
Twenty fourteen was a turbulent one for the world, but a relatively calm one for me. I recovered amidst the stillness, reflected amidst serenity. I wrote, I read. I started a blog. I cringed when I looked at how horrid earlier posts were. I spent my savings on many books on the art of bread-making. I ate even more bread. I found myself, and myself found I. I kept my feet grounded, and my head up in the clouds. I grew a fetish for flowers and butcher paper alike, though my love for leather boots remain. I realized that I was somewhat of a maverick after I dyed the bottom of my hair red and declared war on the hundrum-ness of dresses ( every single one is a carbon copy of the previous! )
In short, twenty fourteen was the year I found myself. And I'm going to let it slip through my fingers to swirl with all the previous years of my existence.
Here's a short list of what-i-did (for some closure).
For the past week or so, I've been mooning around, feeling neither-here-nor-there. I've been trying to find some form of closure to the year, and having cookies while at it. Unfortunately, I ate them all.
So I baked.
I baked these crisp caramel-ly cookies with a coconut fragrance, a salty profile, and some carob chips tossed in. All in fifteen minutes. Baking them adds the crunch, though having it raw is fine, if you give in to the temptation. You can add in cinnamon, other spices, dried fruit or nuts at the end. It's your call.
And twenty-fourteen, you've been a hell of a ride.