What is a piece of vicious cake?
It’s not a dangerously sweet confection. No, no, its not a chocolate covered chocolate doughnut with chocolate sprinkles and chocolate sauce. No, it's not that. It's also not something that is easy. It's not a piece of cake.
Vicious cake is something
that is sweetly dangerous.
It’s that delicious tingle
you get when you do something that is shake in your boots, heart pumping, on
the edge of the abyss scary but you do it anyway because it just. feels. right.
It’s that leap of faith you take when your everyday, comfortable self is pleading with you not to jump. You do it because that little calm voice, deep
inside you, is egging you on. Whispering. Telling you to jump, to do it against all odds
(or even against a few odds), to take that leap into action, no matter how big
or small.
Vicious cake is being a
horrible speller and making the name of your blog a difficult word.
It's sharing your
prototypes instead of waiting waiting waiting for the final “perfect”
pieces.
It’s realizing all your flaws and
funny tics and attachment to teddy bears and accepting that all these factory
flaws make you, you; so you put yourself out there to the world
Vicious cake is doing something
before you feel 100% ready, because you will never be 100% ready.
It’s creating an art project that is
risky because it’s something you truly believe in.
It’s sharing that project with
others even though it and you may be thought stupid or ignorant
because of it. It’s doing it anyways not because there will be those people who
connect with it, but because it’s YOU, and you just can’t play everything safe
anymore.
I’ve been able to revel in some
vicious cake over the past years, and it’s run the gamut of signing up for a
camping trip, rock climbing, putting a bid on a house, moving to Japan,
changing from bio-chemistry to an art degree, putting pen to paper on what I
enjoy, speaking up about what I need to family, friends and colleagues.
I'm still learning what vicious cake actually is. I don't know if I'll ever completely know, but I hope to share lots of pieces of
vicious cake here with you. I hope you share some of your own with me! Please feel
free to comment and share your own sweetly scary pieces of diving off the
diving board, saying “I love you,” adopting that dog, sharing that sweet, dark,
scary wonderfulness that is you.
