As a little girl, I wanted to be so many things but kept changing my mind every second that went by. But as the years went on, I got older and I realized so many things. I always want to be in control and have my things in a particular way. However, it wasn’t until this past year when I noticed who I wanted to be.
Being the youngest of four, I always had everything done for me but once everyone started moving out, I had to do my own thing.
It went from my older sister baking for family events to, “Danielle, you have to learn how to bake a cake.”
That, to me, was the last thing I ever wanted to do; one, because you have to read the instructions, and two, the fear of burning the house down.
First cake, done.
Honestly, it was easier than I thought and much more exciting. I remember my mom telling the whole world it was the first time I had ever baked a cake, making me question myself even more. “Will they like it? Did I even add the eggs? Or did I skip a step?”
Thankfully, I did not and everyone enjoyed it. They all suggested I should bake more often.
I shrugged and said “whatever,” but smirked as I walked away. Little did they know how that made me feel inside, having the power to bake something you know people will love.
But it’s not only something they crave, it’s something they eat. Something you know they can savor later.
For about four years now, I’ve been baking. From cookies to ice cream cake, you name it. My friends at school started to recognize me for the cookies I would bake.
I had people asking me if I thought about selling them but that was too embarrassing and crazy to me.
Then, I thought about it and asked myself, “What if I own a bakery one day?”
And just when I thought it was all just a joke, it became more realistic to me. My own business, my place where I could walk in and start changing everything, a place that I know I would love and so would many others.
Being a businesswoman, knowing I own something, having the opportunity to work and bake there at the same time; all right at my fingertips.
I know it isn’t a piece of cake, but it sure is my piece of cake.
It’s going to be my project and my goal, something that could make me truly happy.
Baking already puts me at ease and fascinates me in so many ways.
How can flour, eggs, water and oil make you feel so powerful and so good?
The finishing product of it being so tasty and impacting others, making them want more and more of something that was made by my hands, it is rewarding to me.
My bakery won’t be any regular bakery, it will be more than that. Something that others who don’t even like sweets would still want to be a part of.
But there’s a catch, you’ll have to wait with me for the next four years so we can both live this dream together and see what it’s all about.
