I Was Scrolling Through My Phone in the Quiet Kitchen on a Rainy Thursday Evening, and This Recipe Promised to Taste Better the Next Day

The rain continued its gentle patter against the window.

A soothing rhythm amidst the chaos.

Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling.

The relief of the recipe was temporary.

The things I tried to ignore were simmering.

A quiet tension filled the air.

As I chopped vegetables, my thoughts wandered.

What if I couldn’t handle tomorrow?

The meeting, the questions, the expectations.

It all felt overwhelming.