making something

    Last night it'd been a long day of classes but I still had school work to do. I continued to work on the school and realized I was just making myself miserable. So I made myself some butterscotch brownies which I was suddenly craving.
    I found the recipe, found the ingredients, mixed everything, squished it all into a pan and placed the pan of not yet perfect brownies into the oven. During the 20 minutes of baking I washed all the dishes in hot soapy water, and then placed them on the towel to dry.
    Once the brownies were golden around the edges, I didn't want them anymore. I had literally no desire to eat the brownies.
   
   it was the action. The familiar action of mixing and baking and cleaning that I needed. Something to clear my mind of the 'things to do' weight and the "looming schoolwork" as I like to call it. I'm grateful for the process of baking and the knowledge of how to bake that was given to me.