Someone leaves

It seems to be that someone's always walking out on me

It never seems to be they stay, it's always someone leaves

The many times I've bid goodbye and hugged around the chest

And kisses on the cheeks and smiles to cover my distress

So many times I've bade goodbye

So many times you fly

So many times you've bade goodbye

So many times I cry

Appears to me that noone does anything but leave

Appears they never want to stay but always tend to flee

The times I begged you comfort me for just another night

Without a doubt without a wait it's always a goodbye

So many times you've bade goodbye

So many times I try

So many times you've bade goodbye

So many times I cry

And then it is that someone new just waltz into my life

As if it is there'll be no end and never a goodbye

The many days so filled with bliss and joys so full abound

As if it is this someone new will this time stick around

I now foresee the pain again

I know you'll say goodbye

I now foresee the tears again

I know that I will cry

My addictions - Baking

My one week of addiction indulgence

Over the next few days I'd like to share a little insight into what makes being me so special. Specifically, I'd like to share most, if not all, my public (and private) addictions and how they area all interwoven into a lovely mold to produce the sensually sassy me.

Baking

I come from a family of great cooks. My mother prepares the most superb meals with seemingly little effort. I could follow the same procedures and not end up with the same results. Thankfully I too can toot my own horn about my abilities in the kitchen as I have been known to create masterpieces in the oven. I’m not a big eater so I don’t run the danger of gaining more weight than I can handle. Actually, baking not eating, is my addiction and I take greatest pleasure when my work is artfully displayed on a beautiful plate or tantalizing someone else’s palate.

The source of my obsession is with anxiety. My method of handling unusual amounts of stress is to experiment in the kitchen. The more stressful the situation, the more creative my addiction. Boredom, loneliness and similar frustrations are also just as potent excuses for me to venture into the ornate world of pastry making and similar savory dishes. When overly anxious or tense nothing boosts serotonin better than a tightly (k)needed dough – pun intended.