Today, is the one year mark to my last working day. The one that sealed the deal on ending full-time career-chasing, and beginning a meandering time of over-indulgent, self-discovery. The day when I walked out of the office with my arms filled with cook-books that my super-duper colleagues had given me as a parting gift.
“Come back every week, with some cake,” one of them said. “Let’s open a bakery,” chipped in someone else, offering me a mock-partnership. And there was even someone who ribbed me about getting myself a push-cart to sell cupcakes from. All in good humor. I laughed and walked out, books in hand. And the year began without a plan. Taking a break, sabbatical, going with the flow — call it what you will, it’s been 365 days of that. A lot has happened. A lot hasn’t. But things have panned out beautifully. The year was never about keeping goals and achievements, it was about doing things. And for that, one year down I am happy, confident and even more sure now than I was 12 months ago, that this was the bestest, rightest thing that could have happened to me.
That’s right. I’m putting the onus out there, because everything that’s happened over the last year literally happened to me. I just took what felt like the right decisions, at what seemed like the right moments, stuck to no particular agenda, and endlessly stuck to doing what I wanted to. Unknown forces and serendipitous twists and turns of events were largely responsible for leading me
So I suppose I could think of it as another serendipitous occurrence that after much hemming and hawing and backing and forthing and fussing and fawning over our brand new website, that we took the lid off and went live, only yesterday.
The husband and I, lying flat about to drift into our Saturday siesta, chuckled to ourselves thinking back to how this has all just taken shape for us. From quiet beginnings, of sitting still so nebulous ideas take shape in your head, before you can catch them mid-flight and put them in words.
To then spending a weekend holed up in my kitchen getting the recipes I wanted to sell, down pat.
And watching VC meticulously slave over the design, moving pixels and making sure everything was just the way he wanted it to be, and making sounds of approval now and then.
Then struggling to bring words to life so his hard work could shine through.
To realising I must stick with doing what I do best — bake — and leave the rest to VC. Because he is my backbone, my make-it-happen person, the do-er of the two of us, my business developer, marketing head and chief guinea pig all rolled into one.
Giving into the beast that is the social network.
To finally going live yesterday. It’s a fitting representation of everything the last year has been about. Doing something purely for the love of it. Sticking with it and seeing it through. And I found myself feeling ever SO grateful for my parents who have dinned this into our heads, ever since we were in our diapers.
I am SO excited to share it with you. So head on to the brand new Hungry & Excited site! Tell me what you think!
I suppose it is another serendipitous occurrence that after so much effort and trying to get a handle on things, planning things out and executing them, to end up going live only yesterday. Quite by chance. Exactly a year after my sabbatical began.
Today, is the one year mark to my last working day. The one set me off on this aimless journey. And somehow I’ve found myself at a happy destination. This is where I get off, stop by the side,
and smell the roses set up my oven and bake my heart out.