Of Muffins and Cupcakes

I cannot resist a moist muffin or a cutesy cupcake. I don't know what it is! It must be something to do with the shape. The flat base and curved top that fits so nicely in your hand. Like you're hugging something that loves you so much, regardless of what it's going to do to your hips.

I was down with a major bout of food poisoining yesterday and food was the last thing on my mind. And then today someone brought muffins to the office. Lovely, soft, fluffy things with chocolate chips and raisins. I threw all caution to the wind and had my first one. As that annoying ex-girlfriend of Chandler in FRIENDS said 'OHHH MOI...GAWD!!!

And then I just simply HAD to see what the raisin one tasted like. Heheh..yes yes I know. I will soo be paying for it. But it will be worth it. Such joy those little things bring. If only for a minute. Such joy.

as I get older...

I care less about the things I used to. But at the same time, I care more about the things I didn't before.

I don't care if people don't like me if it means I have to like them. I don't care if it rains and my hair gets wet and frizzy. I don't care if a friend doesn't call when she says she would or if I break a nail and lose the back of an earring.

I do care if I offend someone without meaning to. I do care that I forgot to tell my mum that I love her too in response to her 'I love you'. I also do care if I don't say everything I wanted to say to someone - be they a friend, a family member or a foe.

I am only 32. I will be here again (I hope) when I'm 42 and I wonder if these things will change. If I will care even less about some things and so much more about others. Or is this the 'me' that my 15-year old self wondered about. Have I arrived at a place that I should get comfortable with? Or should I keep myself braced and ready for more?