🍮 Crème Brûlée: Fear Took the Stage, We Took the Mic
Dear Pineapples,
Last night’s Crème Brûlée wasn’t just a conversation—it was a tightrope walk across our own fears, without a safety net (well, except maybe a spoon from the Café, but we know how risky those can be).
🚗 One of us confessed the terror of learning to drive.
🧗 Another admitted, zip lining felt like a contract signed with gravity.
👶 And then—someone casually dropped the “fear of being born.” (Yes. That happened. Welcome to Brida.)
But here’s the secret sauce: fear didn’t get the last laugh. We did.
We teased it, poked it, even turned it into fruit metaphors. (Imagine fear as a pineapple: prickly on the outside, surprisingly sweet once you slice it open.) Together, we asked: what if instead of running from fear, we scared fear itself? What if the very things that make us tremble could become our launchpads?
💡 That’s where growth sneaks in.
💡 That’s where confidence whispers louder than panic.
💡 That’s where failure stops being a monster and becomes a mentor.
So, Pineapples, here’s your nudge: what’s one fear you’ve been flirting with but never asked to dance?
👉 Join the next Crème Brûlée and bring it to the floor. Because here in Brida, we don’t just talk about fears—we roast them, caramelize them, and serve them with laughter.