BAKING A CAKE
BAKING A CAKE
I'm thinking of baking a kind of cake. It's not really a cake; it's more a metaphor for the resounding question, 'Where do I go from here?'
Ingredients:
One chick healing from withdrawal, aged for 11 months in the benzo recovery barrel.
One laptop
A handful of talents and abilities: Can sew. Can paint. Can read. Can write.
Get a house with plenty of rooms. Take the aged chick. Don't worry if her skin is burning, she has the jitters or she has no appetite. Roll her around in the sunshine; get her a little dirty and shake off the excess. Lay her on the couch with her laptop. Help her find Youtube. Shake her again if she doesn't want to do it; take her little claws in yours and type 'YouTube' in the search bar. As soon as she finds something that she can sew, paint, read or write that doesn't turn her feathers, let her watch those videos all she wants.
Bake until she is bored silly and has to do one of the things she found online or she'll scream. Take her out when she's radically accepted her lot and is starting to produce. Let her cool on the counter. You'll know the recipe is a success if someone comes by and snatches a piece from the cooling rack!
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