I love to change things. I want to constantly invent, create and improve. I also am dependent on the foundation of consistency. In many ways consistency is chained to my own desire for comfort.
There is so much I wish to do, to bring to light, to create. And my life, that has slowly been consumed by my want to change the world with doughnuts, is at the crossroads again. As much as I want to do it all I cannot.
Or can I? To do more, I must do less. I must let go of what has been. I am consumed by the need for an audience.
I love the search. The quest for making and improving something. The results are never what I set out to do originally.