I often think I should do more things “for fun” – like going to plays, or sports outings or concerts or cherry blossom viewings or whatever. I think I don’t really know how to have fun or anticipate having fun. Like – I almost never “look forward” to something even if it’s a spring break vacation in Miami or (which is suppose to happen!!) seeing a beloved friend or eating a delicious cake. My mind always slides to the hassle, the potential fights, or the extra pounds. So to remedy this tendency, I get on a kick of signing up for random things and trying them out in the name of learning to have fun. I am literally like the only person who wants to practice having fun. Yesterday, I took a croissant baking class because I wanted to learn to laminate butter and dough. I went on my own and we worked in teams of 4 (there were three teams) and we managed these chocolate croissants. Not bad, right? We had to rush some of the rises and such things – it’s really suppose to take 2-3 days to make a croissant.
And a set of morning buns (though I’d call them cinnamon buns).
I enjoyed the class and the lamination isn’t that hard once you take the time and know the goals of not melting the butter. But I had had an argument with Jeremy early in the am (the first since going on the medication) so I wasn’t in the most pleasant mood during the class. The class itself was fine and enjoyable, and maybe on a different day, I would have enjoyed the company, but this time, it was a bit of a sugar slog of French baking small talk. Haha. But I brought all of my treats home and we had them over a pleasant dinner – trying to work through the argument we had in the morning over some chocolate. My mood is still much better than it was at the beginning of the year – though not quite back to my old self, but maybe we’d be good with some couples therapy. It’s a lot of stuff to get used to post pandemic – working together all the time, Vince off at school, Edda’s school ending, etc.