experiment more, at the risk of failing miserably

I’ve been deeply in love with red handbags and shoes ever since my first visit to Paris some 13 years ago. In the summer of 96 red seemed to fill every window of every shop.

But wearing color makes me feel awkward; like I’m attracting attention that I don’t know how to handle.
I know I desire two conflicting things here: one is to remain invisible, and the other to immerse myself in the playfulness and charme that seems to go with shades of red.

Anyway, I finally decided to buy a large vermilion bag from M&S.
It was an impulse buy of good value, and even if I never wear it outside the house, I can still walk up and down the corridor, holding it in my hand
;)

Among my thousands of recipes, there’s one category in particular that’s been giving me a hard time.
It’s the ones that seem interesting to me, but I don’t dare try, either because I can’t imagine how they’ll turn out, or because I believe that no one else but me will like them.

So I end up doing the same safe recipes over and over again.
Which, in turn, takes the joy out of cooking.

So, to enjoy cooking as much as I used to, I need to be willing to take risks and cook some dishes that turn out hideous.
Interesting…

...if this is the same as stepping out of my comfort zone.
Weeell, it’s related, but not quite the same.

For me peronally, stepping out of my comfort zone is about interacting with people despite my non-existent people skills, whereas the current goal is more about doing things that my procrastinator/perfectionist self feels awkward about doing.