Love the Cake!

So, It's been years since my last post. Really a lot of years. Since then, I have changed careers, gotten my degree, moved, broken up, changed careers (again), met someone new, became an auntie again, moved (again), started another company, became a bonus mom, got married, AND stopped baking altogther. In the midst of that, I survived a pamdemic and managed to lose myself, my health and my will do pretty much everything. I became depressed about my body, my career, my future.

Sounds very sad. Because it has been. I am at a crossroads at 43. The prospect to live my life on my terms is before me. Can I do it? Do I want to do it? Am I willing to do it? Can my body handle it? I really don't know. I have been at my desk all day and my ankles are swollen from sitting. Something has to give or it will be me. I need to get back to who I was. Who I really am and stop being scared that I won't be able to do it. Because now I am not alone. He has my back and wants me to take the time to make it happen. Find my path. Do I dare?

You know what is hard? To put trust in someone else. To place your well-being in their hands when you have never been able to trust anyone. You have always done it on your own. But I am going to trust. Trust my husband and myself. 

Who wants cake? Robin...Auntie's got you!