The cake that is my life

A very dear friend of mine had a blog post about her life as a cake. First it made me a bit sad because my cake looked so different from hers. Then I changed my mind, so this is my life – my cake. My plate with the cake looks a bit different. Some of the pieces are only made up of one layer and some are very nice with lots of cute decorations like marzipan roses and leaves. Some only have crumbles left because someone ate parts of them. Here are the pieces:

Myself: Yes I’m part of the cake. Can’t really avoid it, can I? I’m always there, can’t run away from myself, no matter how much I try.

Health: This part of the cake looks rather shabby. Portions of it has been eaten, even though it seems to have been a very nice cake from the start. It has lots of layers and decorations. I can’t remember inviting anyone to taste it, but I must have.

Kids: I have been ordering a piece of that from the bakery for years but so far they haven’t delivered. I really must have that to make my cake complete.

Home: This piece seems to be made from different cakes that are just smashed together to build a piece. I want the real part that I ordered years ago.

Boyfriend: They never delivered that piece either. Over the years, they’ve delivered replacement cookies, but never a part of a cake. I remember that I had a part years ago, but somone must have eaten it.

Work: Someone ate it. I really should stay away from the friends that keeps eating my cakes.

Creativity: One of the nicest parts of the cake. Very high and with lots of nice decorations and layers.

Family: Few layers, but a very big part of the cake with nice decorations on it.

Friends: Only a few layers but still a big part of the cake.

There you have it, my life as a cake. It could have been a very nice and beautiful cake if all the pieces I’ve ordered had arrived and if I had stayed away from the friends that kept stealing from the cake. What does your cake look like?

~ by irispolaris on 20 January, 2009.