You may remember that a while ago, I was asked to make the cake for my nephew’s Thanksgiving service. Well, I am pleased to announce that it was quite the success. Desipte a few hiccups along the way (including my icing runouts breaking, my icing polisher disappearing off the face of the planet, and the top layer of cake deciding to break right at the last moment!) I managed to bake, decorate and transport the cake without any catastophes, and what’s more, my sister-in-law loved it (which is all I could ask for because I was so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to get it right.)
However, this little triumph has got my husband jumping the gun on our bakery business idea. He wants me to set up a home business, selling my wares to the neighbours and making a name for ourselves. On the one hand, I am flattered. The vote of confidence from him coupled with the compliments that I received from everyone at the service makes me feel great and allows me to believe that one day, starting my own bakery could be a real possibility.
On the other hand, I am scared. That word does not do this feeling of inadequacy any justice. The cake that I made was good, but it wasn’t perfect. Doing projects like this is fantastic because there is a steep learning curve involved and I get to practise my skills before I put them out to the wider world. But I am nowhere near good enough to sell my products. Not yet. So now the problem I face is how to convince my husband that I am not ready. He is my personal cheer squad, always so supportive and won’t hear a word said against me, especially if it’s me saying it. Don’t misunderstand me, I am not complaining about having such a wonderful man by my side, I just need to make him realise that it is not shyness or nervousness that is preventing me from following my dream right now, it is because I genuinely don’t have the skills.
This past weekend has also allowed me to consider the challenges that I face in a new light. Although I know that I could have done better (and isn’t that a positive in its own right? Expecting more from myself can only mean that I would push myself to do better, to be better), the ultimate fact is that I did do it. Everyone loved the cake: it looked good, it tasted good, and I know what I would do to improve it in the future. Bring on the next cake!