Cake and Revelations

My apartment currently had the aroma of what I believe Martha Stewart's kitchen always smells like. And wow, was my mouth salivating.

It was currently 2 am on a Friday, well I guess you could say Saturday now. I spent my whole week with a desk full of stress, and I shed some tears over said stress.

So by the time Friday rolled around, I had basically ran out of the office. I wasn't really running to anything except to my apartment. Where the moment I had gotten home, I had stripped myself of my work clothes and hopped in the shower to rinse off all the dirt and grime from the day. After that, my intention was evident that I planned to do absolutely nothing. And that was going to be following through over the course of the weekend.

No set plans had been put in motion, and no messages had been sent or received about going somewhere. The only plan I had was to be sitting on my couch and vegetate. Although I now have a plan that includes the chocolate cake that I have just placed in the oven.

My butt had been planted on my sofa since arriving home and taking that shower. I had been binging Sex and The City. Those four girls were the only friends I needed right now. They were comforting and full of insight. I have found myself relating to some of the storylines that have played out in the show.

Especially with the current episode, I was on where Miranda had been fed up with herself and decided to eat the leftover chocolate cake she had in her fridge. However, she ended up throwing it away, which hurt my soul quite a bit. But she did go back and eat a bit out of the trash, which, don't get me wrong, I thought was unhygienic, but I understood why she did it. She was having a moment of weakness and caved. But seeing her take the cake out of the fridge suddenly had me craving some. So I went ahead and have made one. One of which is baking in the oven at this current moment in time. And as I am standing here watching and waiting for the chocolatey goodness to be done, I couldn't help but think. I, too, was fed up just like Miranda. I, too, was stressed and was having a moment of weakness by baking this cake, but I know it will be worth it.

My work week was far from pleasant. There were business meetings upon business meetings that were also met with the said stack of stress on my desk. I am still shocked that I had made it through the week with only one little breakdown. My job wasn't a walk in the park, never is, and that's what I enjoyed about it. I like a good challenge, but there is a difference between being challenged and being overworked and being used. So I understood as I watched Miranda shove the cake into her mouth that we were both similar in the fact that we were both stress eaters.

However, the only difference between her and I, I will not be throwing out my cake and eating it from the trash. I will be cutting myself a very generous slice and continuing my binge of Sex and The City.

And as my night goes on, the weekend still fresh and young, I will eat my cake and think about the madness that Monday will hold and when it does, I will come back to this moment. Me and my chocolate cake.