I bought myself a cookbook for my birthday. It's for artisan breads and pizza and it's supposed to be very good. I was super excited to buy it, and I thought my birthday was a good excuse to do it.
My birthday is in January. It's March now-- almost two whole months since I've owned the book and I have barely opened it.
I am intimidated and lazy, and that's why I haven't delved into it, covered my hands with flour and kneaded.
And I'm beginning to realize that that is where most of my problems with life come from. Being intimidated and lazy.
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