Well, it was bound to happen eventually. You know how it is, even though you’re perfectly happy with the way things are, and you have no thoughts of changing the status quo, you have one single, mad moment of “why not?” – and before you know it, you’ve done something completely outside your comfort zone.
On Thursday, I baked a cake.
Me. The gal for whom biscuits are a major undertaking. The one who won’t make anything that consists of more than three ingredients (including water) because that’s just too fancy.
But I wanted to do something nice for my best friend (we’ve been besties since 1982, which makes 2012 kind of our 30th anniversary). Something different. I used a cake mix, because I’m not totally crazy, and canned frosting, because I didn’t want to kill anyone. But I mixed it, added the ingredients, baked it, frosted it, and then not only had to show it to friends and family, but had to watch them eat it and wait to hear the verdict. For me, that’s scarier than reading reviews of my books on Amazon.
And…they liked it! The best compliments came from my six-year-old autistic nephew, who ate every bit of his slice and then said, “delicious and sweet. I want more cake, please”, and from his older brother, who actually asked me to bake his birthday cake. Both of those conversations might have been because of the amount of frosting I piled on there, but I’ll take it. And then they ran around for twenty minutes like crazy men, but that was just the sugar. I think.
Have you stepped outside your comfort zone recently? What’s the thing that you’re the least comfortable doing in your daily life? And do you think I over-decorated my masterpiece?