Where would be without food.

Recently I’ve learnt that I quite like to cook.  There’s just something about making a dish that someone you love desires, and devours within minutes.  It’s also nice to see something tangible at the end of all that effort.

It’s so easy to miss the little things.  I think that if we celebrated every little win, and every little bit of happiness we would all be better off.

A sunny day, a warm breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass.  These are all things that make me smile no matter what I’m feeling.  They bring enough happiness, that for a moment, I forget all the things that trouble me.

For my Mum’s birthday a few weeks ago, we all went to Berowra Waters and had a seafood lunch beside the marina.

Mum, Dad, Amanda, and I all got seafood baskets (that took forever!).   The drive out, the time there, and the drive back were all awesome.  I would like to buy a car purely to enjoy that drive with!  But that would be silly.

I owe everything to my parents.  I wish I could do more to make them happy.

Earlier this week I turned 31.

My mum prepared a beautiful feast.  I admit that when I was younger I may have taken my mum’s cooking for granted.  Now I cherish every bite of her food.

The lunch was beautiful, and the company, most awesome.

It’s funny, today I found some old writings of mine from 2000.  Twenty year old Wil.  Boy was he troubled.  The stuff I wrote about was not only idiotic, but sad too.

From the way I wrote I obviously took everything in the world for granted, and had tunnel vision.  I could only see everything as it was affecting me, and not how I, and the things around me, affected everyone else.  If I could, I’d go back and slap myself.  

It’s funny how in 11 years EVERYTHING in the world can change.