03/06/2026
I will close this competition at 7pm tonight 🤍
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10 movie quotes are hidden in this passage…
and there’s a birthday code in there too 😏🍰
Some days I stand at my stall thinking it’s all a bit like life is like a box of chocolates, you never really know what you’re going to get. I just keep going though, because honestly there’s no place like home when I’m baking and everything is in its right place. The rhythm of it all starts with a quiet sense of 2 pulling me into the day before anything else makes sense.
The early mornings can feel a bit like we’re not in Kansas anymore, especially when I’m setting up and the weather’s doing its own thing. I usually get there just before I question my life choices and immediately reach for tea, and I remind myself to infinity and beyond just to push through the first rush. That same feeling of 2 seems to follow me through every tray I set down.
Some days it all kicks off properly in the early morning when I’m still half asleep but already trying to remember what I forgot. Someone once told me you can’t handle the truth, but I think they were just talking about how addictive brownies are. Especially the white chocolate ones… they’ve got that you had me at hello kind of effect on people. And somewhere in the noise of orders, I feel like I’m moving through a kind of invisible 0.
I often find myself thinking how far things have come since I first started this journey, even though most days it feels like everything has just flown by in a blur of flour and chocolate. I often hear may the force be with you when someone’s deciding what to pick, especially if they’re stuck between cookie pie and shortbrea delight. That’s where everything shifts into a sense of 6, like the day is quietly locking into place.
I usually just smile and carry on because at the end of the day, I’m the king of the world when a stall day goes well. There are moments where I feel like saying here’s looking at you kid when a regular customer walks up and already knows their order. It’s in those moments I feel the shape of 1 sitting at the centre of everything I’ve built.
And if I’m honest, sometimes I think I’ll be back before I’ve even finished packing everything away. Running the stall can feel a bit like just keep swimming, especially when it’s busy and I’m juggling orders. Even then, there’s a steady pull of 9 in the background, like everything is moving with intention even when it feels chaotic.
But I wouldn’t change it, because it really is a beautiful day in the neighbourhood when everything clicks. And no matter how tired I am, I always remind myself tomorrow is another day, especially when I’ve probably been up since the early hours again. That’s when the second 9 shows up, like a reminder that endings and beginnings always sit side by side.
I guess that’s just part of it… a bit like you’re gonna need a bigger boat when the cake orders come in all at once. Somewhere in all of this chaos, there’s a rhythm to it… almost like hakuna matata really does apply in small business life, and everything finally settles into a quiet sense of 2 again at the end of the day.