### My feet are burning, my feet are burning, my feet are burning…

The heat radiates into my heels starting from somewhere around my calves. I’ve been standing on my feet all day and  this is all I can feel. My body is trying to persuade me to **STOP**. 
But how can I? I still have 5 tarts to bake! 
But what about my state of mind? I’m tired but happy, confused but happy, stumbled on my own happiness. What a buzz worthy feeling!

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I have, like everyone,  evil voices in my head. They do their job perfectly:
*Why did you quit your job?* they ask.
 *To stay and cook all day and feeling tired more than when you actually had a job? Is this the life you wanted?* they mock. 
*Wasn’t much easier to stay in a office, for 8 hours, working on a PC and having long never-ending meetings with your boss?* they taunt.
No, I am not crazy :)) and.. 

**Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Shut up and eat a brownie and stop asking stupid questions!** 

*I say yes to this life! 
I say yes to this new role of mine: entrepreneur.
I say yes to this new job of mine: baker.
I say yes to late night working hours and sleepless nights.*  

I quit my job for various reasons: almost hating my boss, routine and monotony and other little but very serious annoyances. Yeah, you’ve probably read a lot of successful stories on subject like this one. Well, I’m not sure this is one of those. I hope it will be though.

I quit my job to pursuit my happiness, to devote more time to my family, to know myself better and other aims. This all is true but to be perfectly 100% honest: I quit my job because it was threatening my self-respect. A line had been crossed ten times too many times.
My story has no end, no happy ending for the moment. I’m still hustling to get things well done and organized. 

A few months ago, I started a small home-based business. 
It was rather a natural progression from the rave reviews I had received from friends but I do dream  that someday it will be big. Well, at least big enough to make a living. 
With my current unemployment status..what better moment is there really?
The business is called “Tartelicious” and it is growing and is invading the taste buds of Bucharest people. 

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After my resignation, many things have connected - yeah the Universe doesn’t sleep. 
It’s true: a door closes and a window opens.

THE TART is the core product of my business. Why did I choose it?
It’s easy: I adore tarts - savory tarts, fruit tarts, cheesecakes, chocolate tarts, no bake tarts. They could accomplish a lot of tasty desires.  Also, I was pissed of by paying a lot of money on crappy tarts from hypermarket or pastries. Sorry guys, but this is the truth
**Say NO to crappy tarts!!**

I’ll have to end here because while I AM a baker, I am most certainly not a writer, but I promise to come back soon..ish.

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Till next time,
Foxxie