One day I found out that I am intolerant to milk, eggs, and gluten.
On another day I discovered that I am intolerant to the institutionalised slavery of 8 hours office work.
What I have always known about myself is my intolerance towards forced paths.
I am experimenting different ways of cooking. I am travelling more. I am changing routes and making mistakes all the time.
I am living and trying to do it free from intolerance.