"Whatever you love, you are."
I ran into this quote while immensely absorbed in this lovely memoir I started reading yesterday (it's called A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg, who not only wrote this intimate life account but also created the well-known food blog Orangette, and who recently opened a pizza restaurant in Seattle; I truly admire her and all her accomplishments!). Wizenberg seems to effortlessly douse each word of the quote in a rich, creamy, pearl-hued coconut sauce, before lightly coating it in a delicate floating cloud of powdered sugar; then, in a final flourish, she heats and molds together this meltingly delicious combination, turning into a succulent union of all things one person can love.
In other words, Molly sends a warm sense of comfort to the reader, letting us know that you have the freedom to throw all the things you love and enjoy into one nicely-wrapped bundle of yourself. You can bring yourself closer and closer to showing exactly who you are to the world, by fulling devoting yourself to your own fusion of coconut sauce and powdered sugar.
And to that, I couldn't agree more.
I personally love this quote because it convinces me that I can pick and choose what I want to devote myself to; thus, the things I choose define me--Like when I draw in my sketchbook, randomly decide to bake a blueberry cobbler whose recipe I found online (I did this last night actually...And I can still hear the subtle bubbling of the hot blueberries huddled safely under the oat-flour mix), and when I decorate my ears with the so-relaxing-it's-like-I'm-listening-to-the-sounds-of-nature jazz tunes by Madeleine Peyroux or Norah Jones.
It seems relaxing and even like a giant sigh of relief, to know that you have all the power to decide who you want to be.
Your identity is in your hands, and just like how you can mold a thick, charcoal-hued block of clay into any shape of bowl or cup or anything else you want, you have the all-encompassing potential and ability to shape your colors and textures that make you.
What are the things that make you sing and dance on your tip-toes? What things make you want to leap with joy and start to hug random people (well, that might be going a bit too far but oh well)? :)