This past weekend I finally crushed a belief paradigm.
It may sound silly, but it had to do with cooking. Not just any kind of cooking but specifically cooking Curried Chicken.
The last time (which was also my first time) that I tried the recipe, my grandmother ended up in the hospital with a stomach tumour which eventually took her life.
This fear sat with me and I somehow associated the experience with the food.
Yesterday, I made curried chicken.
And I'll be honest, I was a little nervous.
No one died.
No one got sick either.
It felt good to clear that old belief.