It feels like I have a jinx over me these days.

A bad flu, broken housewares, nearly losing a finger in a blender , a huge shouting match with a crazy neighbor, a thief of a woman stealing my recipes and claiming abashedly she found them on other sources (while still using my words and expressions)…All those things make me feel a bit under the weather.

I cannot give up though.  And so I focus myself on finishing my cookbook. It’s getting there I think. I have still so much ideas in my mind…so many recipes to try. Perhaps I bit larger than I could chew. We will see. I need to relax, I know.

But as summer approaches and the bright spring sun fills my balcony and living room, I am simply panicked. As if I am in a ship and approaching a giant rock in the middle of the sea. I know I am by the book, and have a good thing going on…but I cannot help but feel intimidated.

Then I realize there are more important things in life, and I should not let anything get to me. “It’s just a cookbook, not Doom’s Day “ , I tell myself.  But it’s far too important to me.

This is my real jinx, caring about everything too much. How can I not ? This is my dream after all.