I’m defrosting chicken breasts in warm water at the moment.
Outside, there is perpetual, nigh on torrential rain and I am communing myself playing around on different websites, looking stuff up, listening, drinking tea, eating bits and pieces.
It’s beautifully Saturday behaviour.
I’m also writing this.
Thawing out the chicken breasts is immensely satisfying, I love simple, transformative acts because the water went into the bowl piping hot and the chicken breasts started out frozen solid and icy-cold. With time, these two temperature extremes balance out and they end up in harmony, in equilibrium at the same temperature.
They do not fight, they find an according. This is your natural state. It’s not about making anything else fit in with your conditions. I have to keep reminding you that that’s tyranny.
Your responsibility is to fulfil your own potential. Nothing else.