Sunday morning was spent baking up a storm, gluten free cakes, of course. In previous years I have been known to make castle of cakes and have even completed wedding cakes for a few brides. But, when the mental break down of 2016 stormed through, the creativity that used to swell within me, dried up faster than droplets of water during the summer in the desert. The lack of creativity forced me to abandon cake making. I sold more than half of my supplies and said that there would be no more cake making for Michelle.
Often in my life, I excel at something, but when hardship comes along, I drop it like a hot potato. In school, I was a flutist, entered into competitions and achieved awards for my perofrmance. But when the eating disorder blew through, I lost my edge and turned my back on playing. Following the music, I started working with the high school newspaper and achieved the status of Editor in Chief. As editor in chief, I won the opportunity to meet Colin Powell as part of a county wide writing competition. But when college came around and I got involved in a relationship, there went writing and the dreams of being a journalist. Next was teaching. It was something that I wanted to do for years, but when He said it didn’t make enough money, I turned my back on that as well and went the business route. I thrived in the business world and really came into my own, but when 2016 marched in like a lion, my ambitions of having a corner office with a view and an upper management position, leapt away like a little lamb.
Over the last year, I have maintained longer stretches of stability, or the sweet spot as we like to call it. When I have finally been able to get on the right medication regime, things started to come back. My fashion sense finally returned, and oh boy did I miss it. Crafting returned and although it hurts the good ole bank account, I get such enjoyment out of creating and adorning our home with handmade embellishments. As gifts started to return, I started to feel more courageous and wanted to try my hand at baking. I figured I would start slow and just do cupcakes, but then if all goes well, I would venture out and take on more challenging assignments and maybe even some cakes.
Today was a day of baking and decorating. As the cakes were just for practice I dove right into the decorating and worked on my piping as well as experimenting with colors and adornments for the cakes. With an order for next weekend (gender reveal cake) I wanted to practice piping rosettes, so I have increased confidence in my ability and when I deliver the cake, I can be proud of what I am selling.
After all the baking, I was exhausted, which was nice, because yesterday I was experiencing manic symptoms and was incapable of sitting still. So today, when I snuck in an almost two-hour nap, I knew that I was back in a better place. Listening to a book on tape (Don’t You Cry by Mary Kubica) I snuggled under my favorite throw and stared at my companion, the twenty-pound feline, Hunter Mahoney, until I fell asleep.
Today was a day full of self-care. Spending time creating, getting lost in a book, snoozing for a few hours and finishing up some household chores. I feel well rested and ready to take on the new week. I feel like I have balance, although a little on the high side, I am not too far from a nice even keel. Oh, how I love sleepy Sundays.