KeShaJo Bakes

I listened to the voices for longer than I should have.  I gave the nay-sayers every bit of my attention and I suckered myself into believing that I wasn’t good enough.  But after I witnessed several others indulge in successes that I knew I was even better at, I got fed up.  I tossed low self-esteem aside and invested my energy into building up my confidence.  Not an easy task.  Trying to fill an empty cup with words and beliefs that you’ve never said or done.  But I prayed and asked, prayed and asked…and now, I feel like a butterfly breaking the seams of the cocoon that’s been holding itself captive.  Maybe longer than the standard incubation period.  However, I have no regrets.  I’m who I should be at this moment.  I keep my mouth shut and let my work speak volumes of testimony.  I’m up to my elbow in shortening and powdered sugar…dreaming about fondant figures & gumpaste shoes!  Who would ever thought…it would have manifested through cake.  Even when I lived at the corner of I’m Not Good Enough Ave’ and Self-Pity Boulevard, I had spurts of dreams of being something special.  They were believable dreams, but I had begun to give up on them actually coming to be.  And as they always say, it never unfolds the way you thought it would.

Here I am…turning cake into self-expression.  In need of a volunteer personal assistant and some real “dough” to purchase those grandeur decorating tools.  But I’m cool…a real master can make a David out of Playdoh.

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