These past 10 days have been a huge series of failures.
And that is okay.
I have always been a gifted student. School never really was very hard for me, and I passed mostly with flying colours. I never really learned how to fail at things because when I did fail, it made me feel so ashamed and less than a person. It’s something I still struggle with today. I do believe that this is the very reason why God made baking my passion. Baking is not easy. There. Someone had to say it. It is a complex series of exact science, and something very small, (such as rainy weather. *sigh*) can cause disastrous results.
I know that it is discouraging when you fail at things. It’s a very difficult thing to toss that cheesecake in the bin, along with those three attempts at a souffle. It’s not easy to see people say that a recipe should be easy, when you have failed at it many times. But, when you do succeed, it is going to be the best feeling. Better than if you had made the perfect bread on the first try.
As a wonderful song I know goes, “The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint. The greats were great because they paint a lot.”
So keep painting.
And happy baking.