You see, I grew up with my grandparents in Texas as my parents had to live in Mexico due to the lengthy immigration process. Yes, I cried myself to sleep many times wishing for the weekends when I could see them. Don’t get me wrong, I do in fact have amazing parents; this was just one of the many sacrifices for a better shot in life. Although this helped tremendously in learning how to be independent from an early age, it was difficult to spend time exploring hobbies to figure out what my little self enjoyed doing in life.

Through the routine of life, there was always a sense of traditional growth – study, graduate, go to college for a stable degree, study, graduate, get a job, marry, family, etc. Not too bad of a stable plan. However, I always had a nagging itch to go about things differently.

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Fast forward to married life, there was a moment where I finally wanted to make up for my “creative time” and somewhat hit an existential crisis...no joke. I tried sowing, making headbands, attempted to play drums, and thrifting. All to figure out what I liked doing outside of the linear path of life. Then, I tried baking a cookie recipe. The process to a recipe, the level of precision, the different creative approaches, the intricacy of every mixed ingredient – all gave me this thrill along with a sense of peace. Was this a so called hobby?