I aspire to become a master chef of ideas and actions, cooking several dishes on separate burners all with seemless grace, only to suddenly and miraculously bring some of them together in a delicious feast.
I wonder sometimes if my cooking skills will ever sufficiently develop if I don't slow down and begin with one dish at a time.
But I think it's too late for that---some puff pastries are in the oven and some sesame-peanut pasta is simmering on the stove, and it would be a shame to neglect them and leave them to burn and shrivel. I will attend to all my little dishes, and hope to advance my skills slowly in many directions, at least until I find a dish that takes violent hold on the reins of my attention. The readiness is all.