The world couldn't eat the words I used to write, so I decided to bake instead.

Turns out I can't eat my own words either... My words have to be out there. Leaping out of the starkness. In black and white and red and blue and any other colour I can imagine. Whether anyone can eat them or not, whether anyone reads them or not. They need to be out there.

You can spend years doing something you're good at and wait for it to turn into something you love. Or you can continue your passion until you become great at it. The former is like getting married first and then learning how to love your spouse. The latter is like marrying the love of your life and working hard at it everyday to make it better.

I'm so glad I never learn from my mistakes ;-)