As a kid, my dream job was simple: I wanted to be a teacher.
Standing at the front of the classroom, helping little minds learn, feeling like I was doing something that mattered.
And in a funny way… I kind of did become one.
Working in childcare, nursery staff are often a child’s very first “teachers” — guiding, comforting, explaining, encouraging. That part of my younger self feels quietly proud of that.
But as the years have rolled on, a new dream has slowly been dusted with flour and sugar.
My love of baking has grown into something bigger — the daydream of owning my own little business filled with cakes, brownies, cookie pies, and all the sweet treats you can imagine.
Do I think I’d be one of the best?
In my dream world — absolutely.
In real life though… it stays just that. A dream.
There’s so much red tape, so many rules and regulations, endless costs for equipment, licences, kitchens, insurance… it quickly becomes something that feels completely out of reach for me right now.
And that’s okay.
Some dreams aren’t meant to be chased full-time — they’re meant to live softly alongside us, in home kitchens, weekend bakes, and moments of joy shared with people we love.
For now, I’ll keep baking for the happiness of it.
And dreaming, just a little.
Over to you — what was (or is) your dream job? Come chat 💬✨
The Reading Nook 