Half-baked

I've reconciled myself to the fact that this half year will be half-baked. Everything I attempt will not be fully realized as I'm functioning within the constraints of a system I've not had the privilege to devise. But I am determined suddenly to use the next few years here to design what I want out of drama - to start fresh next year with the potential created by this half-baked half year... because everyone likes a cookie even if it's undercooked and in its nascent form there is still the sweetness of what could be once fully gestated in the oven of my imagination. I remember my musings on "could be" in graduate school - the world an open possibility once the mind can grapple with what if, a blossom of creativity, a birth of possibility. I hear West Side Story lilting in my mind.