A Piece Of Cake

 

I’m all about cake.  And I’m not just talking about eating cake.  I’m also talking about my desire for life to hold just the right amount of challenge in anything so as to optimize fun, enjoyment and cake experiences.  Not that life is a cake walk by any means, but one can do their best to aim for this experience.  I mean that it is, the experience of enjoying life as if it were a piece of cake.  Right now I kind of just feel like a piece of cake.  I mean not as in wanting to eat a piece of cake but as in being a piece of cake.  I just for some reason felt a connection with cake.  Well, there was the time when I was in the 3rd grade and my class did this little special occasions and holidays skit during school for our mothers or whichever parent or maybe grandparent could attend.  My part was to be a birthday cake.  I had this big birthday cake cut out of cardboard around my head with an oval cut in the center for my face.  You know the stereotypical thing (back then) for children’s plays.  I had these little lines to say.

I’m especially special 

As everyone knows 

For Happy Birthday to you

Is how my song goes

And whoever you are 

Beggar or King

It’s cake and it’s candles 

And wishes I brings 

My mother attended and was proud when another mother thought I was a cute birthday cake. 😂 I guess I was actually cut out for being the cake. 😂When I was a kid, I went through a spell of wanting to bake cakes.  I would look for recipes in my mother’s cookbook and try to bake cakes from scratch, probably because I wished there was something else sweet to eat in the house.  Prior to that, I wanted an easy bake oven because I wanted to bake those little round cakes that are cooked with a lightbulb.  When my mother turned 50, I placed and lit 50 candles on her birthday cake.  I guess it was the kid in me who wanted to do this.  Why shouldn’t a person always have one candle for every year of their life?  Does it get embarrassing to have too many candles? 😂 I say the brighter the better and a little wax on the cake won’t hurt.  It can be picked off.  Of course this is all about cake and cake is a great dessert choice.  Cup cakes are delicious also.  Cake is evidently a theme in my life.  Maybe this is why I found myself identifying with a piece of cake!  Or maybe it was because I was a birthday cake in the third grade in our little holidays and special occasions skit.  Something made me have this feeling of identifying with cake.

It’s funny how a person’s life stories have a way of connecting and can seem like themes.  My life of course has plenty of other themes beside cake.

But what is the life lesson in relation to cake?

Maybe just have fun and eat cake! 😄 🎂 🧁

Hmm, I think I could get along very well with that life lesson. 😂