- When I was in LA half-heartedly running a volunteer program while it was obvious my true passion was cooking, my friend Angelica asked, “Michelle, why don't you go to culinary school?” I didn’t have an answer, and I went and took my life in a different direction.
- When my marriage ended abruptly in Vegas and I became frantic trying to get the hell outta town, my friend John asked, “Michelle, why do you feel like you have to leave Vegas? What are you running from?” I didn’t have an answer, and I stayed and had the time of my life.
- And finally, just last week I spent 2 days working on an elaborate cake (and loved every minute of it) and when it was finished, my boss Peter asked, “Michelle, why don't you open your own cake shop?” I didn’t have an answer.
So for the purpose of making the first step of making this a reality, I would like to declare right here and now and release into the universe... that I want to stick it to the man, make my own damn path, and I want to start my own business.
Correction... I WILL start my own business.
I don’t know much about it, but I think it might end up in California? Will it be a funky little dessert food truck in LA? Or an upscale, couture wedding cake business in San Francisco? Or should I take advantage of my connections and start something in Monterey, a town with plenty of disposable income and outdated bakeries? I really don't know. I do know that I want to start small here in Philly—I mean microscopically small.
Hmm… I think I’ll make some business cards!
“Treat it like an adventure. An adventure worth sharing.”
- Hugh MacLeod
This is awesome Michelle! Keep writing!!! I want to live vicariously through you!
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