Baking bread has always been something I had great intentions of doing, but just never did. It always felt a bit complicated, or that I would need some kind of magic skill set that I just didn’t have. It’s a confusing part of myself, that creates these blocks that stand in the way of me doing stuff. It’s confusing because there is a whole other enormous part of me that is very happy to leap off into the unknown and have a go… whether that be zooming off to a new country for a few months, or applying for a new job in a completely different field to the one I’m currently in… The big stuff, I’m fine with. I have no fear of falling because I know I’ll bounce and can try again.