Iβm cookie dough. Iβm not done baking. Iβm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is Iβm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize Iβm ready. Iβm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then thatβs fine. Thatβll be then. When Iβm done.























