CHOCOLATE CHUCKLE CAKE

I baked a cake yesterday. I allowed it to bake an extra five minutes and it still fell in the middle. I covered one piece in canned raspberry pie filling, and later had a piece with fresh strawberries. Both were delicious, but more like having a moist brownie with fruit than a piece of cake. Another case of "making due" that may not have looked incredible, but tasted just fine.  I identified with my cake.
There are those who would refer to me as "half baked".

Will I make this cake again? Sure I will. I will simply set the oven higher than 350 degrees. I'm one of those "try, try again" people. I'll get it right eventually.  I'm not in life to impress anyone. I'm here for the fun of it all. I have more fun sharing my "failures" than my successes now. When I succeed I just grin and carry on. It's when I fail that I run to find someone so I can share a chuckle.

Campaign Apocalypse

I've just spent a few months following politics online. I have learned a lot of things that I really wish I didn't know. It seemed important, though, to read and explore and gain a better understanding of what is going on in government. Having done that to my satisfaction, I now hope to retire from that effort and restore an order of joy in my life.

I am a creative. I'm a writer, an artist, a poet, a crafts person. I noticed that the more I studied what was going on in the world around me, especially in my own country, the less I created. My sense of hope and enthusiasm began to dry up. I'm not sorry I made the efforts that I did. I felt a responsibility to make an informed decision before casting my vote this fall. I've done that. It's time to play once again. The only way to achieve a happy ending is to practice before it arrives.