Jabba

I have finally mastered beans on toast. Something we all can do probably, but for me, this is a major breakthrough. Cooking used to be a big obstacle, preventing me from feeling free to roam the world without fear of starvation, but now I can make; cornflakes, beans on toast, spaghetti, cheese on toast, and anything else to do with toast. May I also add that I make the best toast ever, even my mum had to gasp in amazement.
Today’s blog however isn’t about toast (surprisingly), no it’s about being happy or unhappy. I can’t say I feel happy nor unhappy. I wish certain things in my life would pick up, but at the same time I’m satisfied and grateful for things I do have. I love those moments in life where you feel like an unstoppable force. Like last night for instant, I was on fire, but today the insecurities came flooding back. My dad said to me that he didn’t lose most of his insecurities until he got into his 20’s, I feel that at the end of the day that is all I need, to just feel secure with my self, or to use that term “comfortable in my own skin”.
What scares me the most is the lack of people I have in my life. I don’t seem to be able to get any deep connections with people before them or me blob.