In somethings, I need a recipe: making a beef wellington, fixing things around the house, and painting.
For other things, I can operate mostly on intuition: playing football, toying with a tune on the guitar, and coming up with my exercise plan for the day.
I used to get frustrated at needing a recipe. I thought it was a weakness. However, I’ve now become more accepting that for the things that don’t come naturally, a recipe is often a map for how get to the best outcome without all the mess.
True for cake, and true for life.