It's almost a year since I first started baking for a living. Ha. For a living. You would be surprised with how much I make with my baking business. I won't tell you. But I will tell you this: I have never been happier doing so much work.
A few days ago, Faadz, a fellow baker and one of my inspirations, wrote on her blog how after five long hours baking, she dropped her finished cake on the floor (and had to start all over again!). I immediately texted her, saying how it was absolutely a baker's worst nightmare. Remember my Topsy Turvy Cake? It was my first layer cake and a very tall one at that. Guess what? It collapsed. And I ahd been on my feet for eight hours! I told Faadz how I now have a totally new respect for bakers. I have a totally new perspective on life!
Yet, despite the long hours standing on my feet, the aching back I get from bending down on many, MANY cupcakes writing details (not easy! doesn't work like a pen!), finding your cakes burn or sink, I am never happier than being in the kitchen, waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning to do an early order, sleeping at seven in the morning.
I have said this before and I will say it again, I have never felt like my one year being unemployed as a misfortune. Instead, I have never felt so lucky! I ahve found my one true joy! I have found my talent, even if I am still very, very green at it. My end products are not as beautiful nor as pretty or professional looking. But I have learned so much. I've learned that baking is a science (there are actual ratios involved!), baking is expensive and involves a lot of tears.
But baking has been my friend. I told you how I was going through a rough patch and still is. I can just switch off all the nastiness and unhappiness that I have no control over, and take out the butter and melt the dark chocolate. I can produce something beautiful and full of yummy goodness and give it to those who will appreciate it and enjoy it and be happy. I will be happy too.
Baking has also improved my self confidence. I have very poor self esteem and I am scared of meeting new people. When I first started the business, I kept the baking blog low profile, for fear of people actually wanting to buy my cakes which meant that I would have to meet these people. A contradiction, I know.
Many, many months pass by, word somehow spread. I am thankful for the support of those who helped spread the word. I plucked up the courage and joined an online business community which basically meant putting myself out there for everyone to be aware of my existence. Advertising.
Since then, I have met so many wonderful people. I have read kind words, even from those who have not tasted my cakes. Then I started doing deliveries. I felt that I owe it to them.
I am not the most confident person today, but I am a little bit more confident than I was a year ago. I still get scared when I meet my patrons, I wonder if they go thinking "Is this the baker? Do I want to eat her cake?" But I think of all the most wonderful things about them, how thankful I am that they even want to try.
who ever said being unemployed was a misfortune? One of my first thoughts was "God has given me an ability. I am healthy and I am able to learn. I should make full use of it."
So, here I am today. :D
A few days ago, Faadz, a fellow baker and one of my inspirations, wrote on her blog how after five long hours baking, she dropped her finished cake on the floor (and had to start all over again!). I immediately texted her, saying how it was absolutely a baker's worst nightmare. Remember my Topsy Turvy Cake? It was my first layer cake and a very tall one at that. Guess what? It collapsed. And I ahd been on my feet for eight hours! I told Faadz how I now have a totally new respect for bakers. I have a totally new perspective on life!
Yet, despite the long hours standing on my feet, the aching back I get from bending down on many, MANY cupcakes writing details (not easy! doesn't work like a pen!), finding your cakes burn or sink, I am never happier than being in the kitchen, waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning to do an early order, sleeping at seven in the morning.
I have said this before and I will say it again, I have never felt like my one year being unemployed as a misfortune. Instead, I have never felt so lucky! I ahve found my one true joy! I have found my talent, even if I am still very, very green at it. My end products are not as beautiful nor as pretty or professional looking. But I have learned so much. I've learned that baking is a science (there are actual ratios involved!), baking is expensive and involves a lot of tears.
But baking has been my friend. I told you how I was going through a rough patch and still is. I can just switch off all the nastiness and unhappiness that I have no control over, and take out the butter and melt the dark chocolate. I can produce something beautiful and full of yummy goodness and give it to those who will appreciate it and enjoy it and be happy. I will be happy too.
Baking has also improved my self confidence. I have very poor self esteem and I am scared of meeting new people. When I first started the business, I kept the baking blog low profile, for fear of people actually wanting to buy my cakes which meant that I would have to meet these people. A contradiction, I know.
Many, many months pass by, word somehow spread. I am thankful for the support of those who helped spread the word. I plucked up the courage and joined an online business community which basically meant putting myself out there for everyone to be aware of my existence. Advertising.
Since then, I have met so many wonderful people. I have read kind words, even from those who have not tasted my cakes. Then I started doing deliveries. I felt that I owe it to them.
I am not the most confident person today, but I am a little bit more confident than I was a year ago. I still get scared when I meet my patrons, I wonder if they go thinking "Is this the baker? Do I want to eat her cake?" But I think of all the most wonderful things about them, how thankful I am that they even want to try.
who ever said being unemployed was a misfortune? One of my first thoughts was "God has given me an ability. I am healthy and I am able to learn. I should make full use of it."
So, here I am today. :D



