For several years, I made novelty birthday cakes as well as wedding cakes. It was something I was really passionate about and I loved the creative outlet that I was afforded when decorating each individual cake. My outer world seemed to disappear when I was in the kitchen and life became uncomplicated and beautiful.
With the increased responsibility in my day job and the hectic pace of my life, something had to give. Unfortunately the cakes were put on the shelf (metaphorically speaking) and I didn’t know how much I missed them until today. A friend of mine is getting married on Saturday and I agreed to make her small and simple, but elegant wedding cake. The smell in my house tonight is bringing me back to all of those nights of baking and making me wonder why I made the decision to give up something that I loved so much.
The saying “if you love something, set it free” came to mind and it started the wheels in motion for this post. I have been pondering why I set this love free. Love isn’t something that is just given to us. It requires nurturing and a great deal of effort. If we just set it free and rest on the hope that it will come back, we give up our sense of responsibility to that passion.
This love didn’t just return to me on a whim. I chased it into the night and romanced it back into my kitchen. I coddled it, caressed it and with that effort on my part, together we found the path that we once travelled. It was comforting, like slipping a foot into a well moulded slipper that only fits your foot.
I didn’t make the mistake of loving something, I made the egregious error of setting it free. It would never have returned had I not made the effort to get it back and keep it in my life.
Don’t just give up on the things you love. Don’t set it free and hope it will come back to you. Unless you are willing to put unequivocal effort into keeping that love nourished, it will find another kitchen in which to grow and flourish.