Me, with shake
And then it dawned on me: an exciting life is going to require more than sitting on the couch and dreaming about it. So here I am, looking for The Cool Life- with food.
My tools:
- A good brain. I wouldn’t mind a better long term memory, but it does the job figuring stuff out, and it comes up with useful ideas.
- Two shoebox-sized apartments in two European capitals, substantial parts of which are kitchen.
- A voracious appetite. At any given moment, I am either eating, planning what to eat next or dreaming about what I could be eating.
- A beautiful brown leather organizer, to keep track of the things I do, want to do and have forgotten to do. (Also see: crap long term memory.)
- A bright red daily planner by Moleskine.
- The ability to string words together coherently. I may not have The Cool Life, but write about how I hope to get one? This I can do.
- More people than I probably deserve who believe in me, cheer me on and travel with me on the way.
- Unfortunately: a lazy streak, those last five kg that won’t shed and flat hair. But what’s a cool life if you haven’t snatched it from the jaws of chubby, flat-haired couch potatodom?
Exactly.
And the goal? It changes, as cool things are wont to do. Today, it is about discovering the world, being there for the people in my life, about words in a particular order and plates of food that make my mouth water. As for the devilly details of cool-for-me (with food): they are what this blog is about.
