#multitalented

(Full disclosure: I did go to school for baking and pastry arts ten years ago).

The top is a disc of fondant that I traced a coloring page of Jinx onto with my own edits (it was a League of Legends pic and I gave her the Arcane outfit and simplified her accessories). Then I painted it with food coloring and food color markers. The rest of the frosting is buttercream, aside from the braids which are also fondant. I used a whole jar of bougie mixed sprinkles for the sides.

🤹🏻‍♂️ "Liam did 7 balancing challenges during a gig...."

Mondays are tough.
Today it felt stronger than ever. The problem isn’t that I don’t like to work, I love work. I honestly believe it’s the only thing keeping humanity from sinking into laziness. Work is a good thing; I’m glad they invented it.

The real problem is that I have too many things I want to do. Too many interests, activities, and hobbies. Work distracts me from all the amazing things I’m missing on a daily basis.

Last night, I stayed up until 2 a.m., maybe later, doing my favorite thing - sewing. I love to make completely extravagant couture pieces, the kind of things you’d only wear to a Gala red carpet event. Of course, I have nowhere to wear them. But I don’t care.

So I woke up this morning completely annoyed by the flood of emails, slack messages, and meetings. I just wanted to ignore them all, go to the park, do my Insanity workout, swim in the pool, then come home, cook a beautiful healthy meal, sip green tea, draw for a bit, and sew something incredible. Maybe take a photo of it, sell it to Dua Lipa, quit my job, and spend my life doing art, fashion, pilates, ballet, and learning history.

But guess what? I’m a responsible person.

Seeing messages and not replying? I can maybe hold off for 30 minutes - tops. Then I start responding. My fingers type the replies automatically. It’s like muscle memory, once you've done it enough, it just happens.

And so... work goes on. Life goes on.

Maybe that’s what makes life so sweet, the feeling of missing something while working on something else. That tension between all the selves inside me.

Because the truth is, we can hold so many versions of ourselves inside one body.
And maybe I’m not restless or lost.
Maybe I’m just rich in desire.