I just need a moment to breath.
And I have a feeling you do too.
These last two months have been a whirlwind. I have laughed and cried. I have been humbled beyond words and I have felt so disappointed that I am ashamed it rocked me to my core.
The highest of highs and lowest of lows, so to speak.
For example, I worked my butt off on a cake. From conception to completion, every detail was meticulously thought out. I worked for DAYS to make sure this cake was perfect. I am not kidding you when I say I put my heart into it. As I placed the final coat of frosting and added the final details, I just knew this cake was going to be amazing.
I could just see it… the TODAY Show producers would see it and mouths would drop. People would hover around computers to look at the pictures.
The call would be made, “Pack your bags, you are coming to NYC!” It turned out beautifully. Every painstaking detail!
I sat on pins and needles for days.
And days.
And days.
And never heard a word. Not only were they not impressed, but there was no call. I would not be making a morning show appearance.
I can’t say for certain why it hit me so hard, but I can’t help but feel like it had something to do with the expectations I had unwittingly placed on that silly little cake. Its like my entire career as an author and baker was resting delicately on clouds of white buttercream. When reality set it, it was a crushing and embarrassing defeat.
There is just something different about publishing a book. I know people equate it to childbirth, and I can definitely understand why, but for me it was very different.
Concerning my children, once they are in the world they are perfect and loved and there is no convincing me otherwise. They, in their unquestionable perfection, are the greatest thing I have ever had a hand in creating. And their perfection and amazingness truth is independent of me. In that, there is no doubt.
With the book, the failure is a direct result of me. My efforts. Will someone hold it and understand my heart? Will they look over the less-than-refined cakes and see the memories I hope will be made or the inspiration I desperately want to share? Will they understand that I have never in my life been so vulnerable publically and that it’s absolutely terrifying?
Well no, of course not. It would be silly to expect people to read that deeply into my words and hear my heart. It’s a book about cake.
The truth is, I am not a New York Times best selling author as badly as I wanted to say those words.
And that’s ok.
There have been interviews and reviews and thankfully, the amazing and supportive blogging community has stepped forward and shared some of the most kind and humbling posts I could ever imagine. Every single one of those posts and a treasure to me! (See them here)
I heard a quote once that has really stuck with me as a blogger, and now author. (It was said by Ellen DeGeneres and I can’t remember it exactly, so this is a paraphrase.)
“Never believe the worst of what people say about you. Never believe the best either.”
As much as I want to believe the best of what others say, it holds no more truth than the worst.
What I am learning is that it is important to trust and value the opinions of those close to you.
That when my husband surprises me with flowers and says, “I am so proud of you,” that is something I can let fill my soul.
So instead of never sharing my cakes with the world and acting like everything is fine and dandy and that rejection and hurt don’t come ’round here, I choose to be real.
(I had started with the NBC Peacock logo but it was not as sharp and clean and I wanted so I discarded it and kept working.)
I made a surprise inside cake for the TODAY show. And they didn’t care about it one way or another.
But that doesn’t it make it any less valuable or significant to me.
If you would like to support this sometimes maker of pretty cakes and accidental writer, you can get my book HERE.
It’s been forever since I’ve commented on a blog, but this post really stood out to me. I recently started following you on Instagram- to drool over your cakes and laugh at your witty captions. Deep down inside I want to be a cake master, but I’ve been too nervous to try. Your post really opened my eyes to the magic curtain that can cloud our views on social media. On social media we are all rich, have well behaved kids, we’re successful, never forgot a tampon when leaving the house and never shed a tear over our sweatpants getting a little tight. Social media sometimes makes us envious of others and we forgot that they are real people too, but just aren’t airing it out in a daily Facebook status update. This post really helped me remember the people online are real and relatable to me. Thanks for being real and giving me a little bit of baker courage.