About four years ago, I graduated from college. I became ill at the time, so I decided to take a breather from my field; nursing. I'll admit that I was pretty lost. Luckily, I wasn't jobless since I've worked at the same restaurant since I was 15.
Shortly after I graduated, I became bored, and decided that I needed to find a hobby. A friend was having a birthday blowout; so I volunteered to make the cake. I never made a cake in my entire life, but I felt confident. I made a custom guitar cake, using fondant. It came out perfect; and I surprised myself. I posted a few photos on Facebook, and before I knew it, I became a professional, custom baker. I've made over 400 sculpture cakes, and over 2,000 cupcakes. For two years, I sold my cupcakes at a restaurant, and vended them at events. I built a booming business, and a great reputation for myself. It seemed that baking was my calling, and that it was how I'd spend the rest of my life.
This summer I changed my mind. I enrolled back in nursing school, and I start next week. "Why did you give up?", one might ask. I was working 90 hour work weeks. Baking caused me to sacrifice everything: friends, boyfriends, important gatherings, etc. I gave up my life to bake. At first it felt worth it, and the experience was exhilarating. However, as the years passed, and I realized my life wasn't enjoyable, I knew I had to make a change.
Last summer was my final cake season. I still bake, just not as often. I actually, have a wedding I'm catering next weekend. I actually enjoy baking these days, mostly, because it's no longer a chore. Today, life is pretty quiet. I wouldn't call it ordinary, because I'll always be anything but that. It's less hectic now, and I'm able to hear myself breathe. And I'm mending relationships I used to put on the back burner.
Here is a cake I made. I've made tons of genital, and inappropriate cakes; it was my thing. I made this one less than a year ago. I sculpted the boobs out of frosting; the only fondant on the cake is in the bra, and that's still minimal. I always modeled the boobs after my own; it was just easier that way. I thought you guys might get a kick out of it.
