Do you Believe in Fate?
When I think back about how I got into cake decorating I believe it was an alignment of so many things. I’ve always loved sweet stuff when I was younger but I never even knew that sugar art was something people did for a living. After I finished uni, I started my first office job and I was absolutely miserable. The uni student lifestyle of waking up at noon and hanging out with my friends during the day was replaced with a 9 – 5 semi interesting job with a horrible boss. It was the horrible boss that made the job unbearable and caused me to look for a hobby to keep my life interesting. When I stumbled upon a community college class near me that held cake decorating classes in the evenings I thought it sounded fun… so why not?
The rest was kind of history as they say… except not really. In the first few years I learned a lot of things by myself with the help of the internet. Back then there were not as many you tube clips or blogs or even classes on sugar art so I had to rely a lot on trial and error. And believe me, there were quite a few errors! But hey, that’s how you learn. I find someone can tell you not to do something but you really won’t remember/ believe them until you do it and something terrible happens. I promise you, you will learn quickly NEVER to do it again!
I eventually found another job which I was so happy in, so cakes and sugar art just stayed on as a hobby. Then as things in the company changed and I started to get frustrated in a few things, I questioned if I should be doing something else with my life.
My friends around me all thought my cakes were awesome (they were so sweet and encouraging. I promise you, my cakes back then were quite far from awesome! See exhibit A above) and kept telling me I should sell them. So I decided to start a little business on the side and only sold my cakes to friends.
I really enjoyed it and started to dream of one day being able to just make cakes for a living. Of course, back then I was charging barely enough to cover my costs but that is a story for another day 🙂 I didn’t have much of an idea of what my business would be like but I knew I wanted to make awesome cakes and make people happy. But where was I going to get money to live especially if as mentioned above, I was only covering my costs? So then I decided to give myself a forced deadline and started looking for 12 month contract jobs.
The idea was that I would get a contract job and then have the next 12 months to build up my business to a stage where I could actually make a living and be able to forgo a full time income. I figured that with that kind of deadline, it would really push me to make it work or else I was out of a job regardless. I landed a 14 month contract job and took that as a sign that I was heading in the right direction.
I worked full time and spent all my evenings and weekends working on my cake business. Towards the end of the contract, I was exhausted but was pretty confident I could at least survive without a full time job (Survive being the key word here).
Then something happened. I don’t know if it was fate sending me a sign or maybe it was just testing me?
The lady who was supposed to come back into my role got pregnant again and therefore decide to resign. The role was now a permanent full time role and I was offered to stay on. I was so torn. I thought I was sure what I wanted but now that I have a choice am I a fool for turning away a permanent full time, decent paying job in a good company? Especially when the job market at that time was not great and people around me were getting made redundant/ were struggling to find a job.
I debated for a long time. And finally I decided to stay on thinking that I would let my business grow a bit more and give myself the freedom to leave when I was really ready. The next few months, my heart was really not in it and it really made it clear to me that cakes was what I wanted to do full time. And then, I’m not sure what really made me pull the plug and resign from my full time job. I think it was a combination of an inspiring visit to NASA during a holiday to the US and listening to a motivational speaker that ironically the company had hired to motivate our department. I decided then and there that I was going to do it! My light bu
lb moment 🙂
So I resigned. And then proceeded to book myself into a series of classes to better sharpen my skills. The first work day after I resigned (aka my first day of unemployment) I was sitting in a cake class when I got a call from a recruitment agent. She wanted to know if I happened to be looking for work as she had a role that would suit me, in a company that I had been trying to get into for years.
My heart sank… was this another sign or another test? Fortunately, I truly believed that I owed myself to give my cakes a chance. I decided to see that phone call as a comforting sign. As a sign that if my business decides to go ‘kaboom’ I would still be able to find a job – and that everything will be ok.
So I pushed on… now, years later, I don’t regret a thing and hope that I will never have to return to corporate life.