I have never been good at trajectories, at starting points and end points. I zigzag through my life, chasing love and happiness and adventure. This year, however, I’m living with my mom, with jobs that hold little to no meaning to me, in a place that has never been able to fill my heart. I’m doing work that needs to be done here. I mean, there are reasons I’m putting myself through this, but it’s not easy.
So I’m using baking to cope–with my life, with politics, with the world. And I’m inviting you to come along.
I hope this makes you laugh. I hope this makes you feel like you’re not alone. I hope this makes you feel less afraid.
Please, come over for some cake. ❤