Hey there, Sweet Spot Creations family! š§
Let me take you on a journey into the not-so-glamorous life of a baker-mumāaka me, the human equivalent of a KitchenAid mixer set on turbo speed.
Lately, my life feels like one of those cartoons where the character is juggling flaming cupcakes and knives on a conveyor belt, while a herd of elephants plays the trumpet in the background.
Between making the perfect batch of Taylor Swift-themed cupcakes (queen of sparkles and sprinkles, after all) and trying to be supermum to my three neuro-spicy kids, Iāve started to feel like Iām spreading myself thinner than a sheet of fondant. Thereās a never-ending to-do list, and friends expecting me to be Oprah without the billions or a team of staff.
Here’s the kicker: I love helping out. I love creating cake magic and being there for my friends. But in saying ‘yes’ to everything, I forgot to say ‘yes’ to myself. Iāve been trying to pour from an empty cup, and let me tell you, nothing but crumbs and cold coffee come out.
Then there are my kidsāmy beautiful, energetic, sometimes chaotic bundles of sass. They donāt care if Iām rocking the āI havenāt slept in a weekā look as long as I show up. Their idea of making memories doesnāt include perfect icing or flavors. They just want meāflour-dusted clothes, messy bun, and all.
So, to my customers, practically family by now, to my friends who know where I hide the emergency chocolate, and to every busy soul out there: letās remember itās okay to say ānoā sometimes. Itās okay to hide in the pantry and eat a cupcake in peace. Itās okay to turn off the oven, put down the spatula, and make memories without cake.
You canāt pour from an empty cup. And trust me, an overcooked, burnt-out baker isnāt much fun (or tasty) for anyone.
Hereās to self-care, deep breaths, climbing mountains, walking along beaches and remembering that doing nothing every once in a while is perfectly fine.
Stay sweet, stay sane, and take a break when you need it. Youāve earned it!