Learning that you like your own cooking.
That you are capable of not only subsisting but enjoying the sustaining subsisting.
It’s a strange thing.
Who do I tell that I like my own cooking.
How to express it without looking like I think I am best or better than someone.
The same with the voice that escapes
How to enjoy singing without it seeming that I love my own singing
How do I feel about myself in the hours that pass.
Accidentally making things that don’t taste terrible.
Perhaps I can appreciate that aspect of myself
Unlike other aspects of being alone.
Elucidating Questions 
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