Today was totally one of those days. My Out-Of-Office no longer ‘protecting’ me, very tired yet high on caffeine, 300 million things to do – in my world this automatically means highly irritable, flashing a red ‘Beware’ sign on my forehead. Until a personal email came in late in the afternoon – from the contact form of this humble blog no less. Suddenly I couldn’t erase the stupidest grin off my face, my work inbox no longer seemed overwhelming and having to stay in the office late no was not a chore anymore. But… since it is concerning more of a long-term project, I will keep this a secret for now. Not an easy task, I tell you – if it was up to me I would be screaming at the top of my voice for the entire baking & blogging world to know but let’s not jinx it just yet 😉
It did, however, remind me I still haven’t posted any details of another special encounter. Sometimes you really wish for something to happen. You envision it many times in your head, you tweet (a lot) about it, yet nothing happens. Eventually you get tired of constantly refreshing Twitter and move on, thinking it wasn’t meant to happen, maybe another time etc. A little part of you keeps dreaming though. But enough talking in code.
I had been dying to meet Jemma. I had tweeted her and her shop in Soho. No reply. Nothing. But I found myself in her shop on a recent business trip to London. The girl behind the counter was nice enough while I was silently debating on how many mini cupcakes I can gorge on without being sick. But then Jemma walked in. My hero. My idol. The one. We exchanged small talk, I ended up buying all 7 available flavours of mini cupcakes, she even agreed to take a picture of me, and I walked away. The happiest person on Earth. Whatsapping the photo to a select group of people while still outside the shop. Ecstatic. It wasn’t much, a 2 minute conversation with no real significance but you guys, I met her. And what I am trying to say is, keep dreaming. Even if the outcome is not guaranteed (it never will be), even if you have been discouraged before, even if you think your dream is beyond far fetched. Keep dreaming. And when it happens, you will mentally high-five yourself and you will hopefully remember my advice and whisper a thank you to me. You’re welcome.
So. Much. Happiness.