To type without looking is a tentative trip

There are many times in a person’s life when something concerns them so.

To drive without a person beside you (your supervising driver is what I am referring to), to type without looking and hope to god you don’t make a spelling error.

In addition to those instances of tentativeness, is that idea of cooking without a recipe, or heck measuring equipment for that matter.

Tonight while cooking dinner, I had no measuring cups or spoons (relying on the trusty teaspoon) I was splashing things together hoping for the best, hoping that my estmations were educated and not stupefied.

The worry that comes with this is unchartered, the what ifs flood your mind, and as a uni student, stuffing up cooking is both a part of the job description as well as bugger of a thing to do in times of low pay.

While the meal didn’t taste badly (I may be a uni student but I will not be submitting to a loss of taste buds if it means to be saving money!).

In these m0ments, not looking in a recipe book, or not following the measurements is nerve-wracking (those contestants in the final minutes of Master Chef have seen nothing!)

To type without looking is always a hard thing to take the first steps to doing but eventually it comes, and eventually you might even laugh about those shaky hads and sweaty knees