When I feel like things are moving too fast and I don’t know where I’m headed, I like to bake. It starts off innocently enough – a batch of biscotti here, some cupcakes there.
But before you know it a month has gone by and I’ve developed a daily dependence on baking to ease the unsteady feeling I get when I am in that precarious part of creative exploration.
This is good neither for my health nor for my creative output. It is avoidance pure and simple.
And so I have to go cold turkey, embracing other areas of enthusiasm and saving myself from too many cookies.