I think everyone needs therapy. We all are a product of our upbringing, whether bad or good. Every single thing that happens in our life shapes us as a person. I’m not saying you have to see a professional, but thank goodness for good friends to go through life with. By understanding where we come from and what we’ve experienced, we understand more why we are who we are today. I realize this more and more as I get older. Like why I have a phone phobia or why every single time I go grocery shopping I have to start on the right side of the store and work my way around to the left.
Okay, so maybe I’m still trying to figure those out…
When I first met my husband I was burnt out on the whole dating scene. As we started hanging out I told myself I was just going to let go…be the quirky, goofy person I was right off the bat and if he didn’t like it…see ya buddy…no more time wasted. So then I did exactly that. I said things you probably shouldn’t say when you first getting to know someone (if you actually want them to like you) and told stories that included me doing impersonations and a couple of funny dances to go with them. Then I looked over to see what probably should’ve been a horrified look in his eyes and instead I saw the opposite…adoration. It was so refreshing. He liked me. He liked the goofy me. He liked that I could do the Moonwalk. I could be, say, or do whatever I wanted without constantly worrying he was going to judge me. I told my friends it was like free therapy.
Baking is also therapeutic for me. That’s how this cake came about. I was having a stressful day. I swear sometimes I feel like there’s a camera on me and I’m being Punk’d. My husband knowingly said, “Why don’t you go bake something so you can relax.” You’re right.
This cake is yummy and actually lighter than I was expecting. I loved the smell of it baking in my oven.