I like doing things I am good at.
I liked school because I did well. I like translating because I know I can do it right. Math puzzles are my favorite because, even if they are hard, I know I can figure them out, and in the end I will feel clever and competent.
Yesterday I made M's birthday cake. L can't have too much sugar -it makes him susceptible to seizures. It's gluten free and additive free, and I'm afraid it isn't very tasty. My boys will like it because they don't know any better. But to everyone else, it's an advertisement that I'm not a great cook.
I had a plan to decorate it with a spiderweb. It seemed like an easy, dye-free way to fit the theme.
It looks awful. I scraped the whole web off and tried it a second time, but the second time wasn't much better. The perfectionist part of me doesn't want to serve it. But only my pride is on the line. M is going to love it, and it's his birthday.
Sometimes love is swallowing your pride and serving your guests a disfigured spiderweb cake.