So who really has this whole having your cake and eating it too thing working for them?
I can’t even seem to get the ingredients together that it would take to make a tasty cake. And forget about pan work and oven prep and ultimate design and plating.
In this life I’m truly wondering who gets to have their cake and eat it too? I suppose the cake is representative of a family, house, security and stability. The eating part would be all of those things as a positive; adding light to each day instead of struggle.
I interact with all sorts of people each day and while I’m no mind reader I don’t get the feeling that most people are eating their cake too.
Confessions:
1) I’m a yoga teacher and a mom. I am both of these things seven days a week.
2) I make poor choices in relationships—or at least that is what my past would lead me to believe.
3) I’m scared I’m going to end up the old woman alone living in a shoe, though to be honest my place isn’t far from that size right now.
4) My children and my peace are the most important things to me.
5) I love what I do for a living.
So why inventory my kitchen at all?
‘Cause my cake is not in order. The oven is unclean and I think perhaps I’m missing a few supplies.
Sad thing is that the cake store seems to be out of what I need and neither they nor I know when there will be a restocking effort.
I may have to step down and see if I can handle cupcakes first.
What’s your interpretation of having your cake and eating it too? Do you or others you know excel at baking…and eating…metaphorically speaking of course?
