Moving Forward

After four and a half years, it’s actually happening. I’m packing back up and moving back to California. Just not how I pictured it. I imagined myself with a job in the field I’m pursuing (although it’s changed over the years), enjoying life, and loving all I’m doing. Instead, I’m searching for work and constantly trying to prove myself, leaving my fiance, and worrying if I’m making some awful decision.

Life has a crazy way of showing you what you need. While everyone else is finding their place in the “real world”, or so it seems, I seem to keep finding myself in the kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, that’s where I want to be. Baking is a passion, it’s the one thing I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. It’s my happy place. It’s where I feel most in control and free. If I mess up, there’s always some way to fix it. And if I can’t, it’s not a big deal to start over. Every decision I make is based on personal preference, experimentation, and whatever seems to inspire me at the moment.

I can’t help but wonder how to keep moving forward and making the best decisions. Almost like baking, sometimes even with expert planning things go wrong, but this time there’s nothing we can do about it. Instead, we have to take it with a grain of salt and try it again. And that’s exactly what I’m trying to do. I’m trying not to get caught up in the mishaps that may happen in my life and instead embrace whatever may come along.

If only it was that easy.