If you have read my column “Cakes, One Girl’s Journey” you will know that I had a complete sobbing episode over a failed frosting. I had to pick myself up off the floor, finish the cake and realize that I wasn’t really sobbing over the frosting. The frosting was that little thing that allowed all the bigger things to come to a head, I was at a crossroads really and finally had to admit that something had to change. A decision or choice needed to be made and I was the only one who could do it. I had to ask what the heck was I doing. Did I want to keep my store open or not, did I want to bake or not, did I want to write columns or not, did I want to build my food business or not, did I want to stay in my house or move to another part of the country or not. What did I really want to do? The scary part, I have the freedom and choice to do anything that I want to do. Who gets that chance? I have no ties and my children are older, going down their own path with great light, the world is my oyster so what is my problem. Fear, fear, and more fear! Am I afraid of making the wrong choice or of living the life that I have always dreamed of? An Interesting concept!