You do it with love. You are very good.
Are the small details of the day less important than the distance with which your product travels, the number of hits your website gets, the more someone calls your name? How do you measure your existence?
Is quiet and diminutive less important? Or can you perfect your role in the corps de ballet, knowing that you are part of something grand that sweeps across the stage?
I’d like to slow my life down, to let go of ideas of grandeur and success and find, peacefully, the place I’m most needed. In this place I won’t feel burdened, but only in step with my inner workings. Peaceful. With sparkle.
This, I think, is what you take with you. The way that you spent your time. Not looking to be anointed, acknowledged, popularized, but only feeling your right place.
My frosting is light pink. My cakes are small. My love, part of the universal.
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