Once Molly's birthday cake is out of the way, I'm packing all my decorating tools away into boxes, and they're going in the attic. The things that will still be used to bake for the sake of baking (cookie cutters, piping nozzles, dyes, etcetc..) will find a new home in my cupboard under the breakfast bar, but everything else has to be put away.
The way everyone has come to expect cake in the way they expect birthday cards, with very little appreciation and gratitude for the sheer amount of time and effort that went into creating it, has become exhausting. I have other dreams that I want to follow and other journeys I want to go on, but the magnitude of expectation that is currently crushing me means I cannot. So I am going to change that, because fuck them all. My health and my happiness is more important than my family getting free cake.
In other news, I'm on medication to cope with my depression and anxiety. It seems to be helping a bit. I'm meeting a counsellor tomorrow, too. I'm also preparing to redecorate my bedroom, which is exciting. Doing something that is truly for me feels good.
Two cakes left. I can do this.