Wednesday, April 1, 2009

The Worry Bag and the Pasta Machine

Sitting at Cafe  St. Honore, eating poached eggs and croissant (corner of San Pablo and Solano for those who care), and having a pot of Earl Grey tea.

The Pasta Machine:  I think many of you have  already heard this, but over the last week I have felt like the lump of dough being sent through the pasta machine--mush it up, roll it out, crank it through the machine into a pasta shape.  Do this over and over.  Sorting through my options, both what to do and where to do it, has felt like this, but I am feeling like this stage may be nearing resolution.  At first I was not sure if I was spagetti or rigatoni--now I think I am deciding between spagetti and linguini...

The Worry Bag: (thanks, Jane!) :  My theory is that we all have a worry bag of a certain size, (some people have bigger or littler ones), and so no matter what is going on, the worry bag is always full with something.  However, it only has a certain capacity, so for me, the worry bag has been emptied of so many other things that I just don't think are worth worrying about anymore.  Two months ago they would have been all-consuming, but now that I have thrown them out of the worry bag, it is kind of interesting how I am confident that all of these things will now work out.  I hope that I feel this way in about six months as well...


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