I often turn to Bakerman, my BFF, to ping pong my thoughts as a guide to meet my life obligations. Oftentimes I question myself if that is the correct way to behave in society. Yet there is no user manual to life, and even if there is one, I never even got anything near to a sneak preview of it. So I rely on the viral buzz of what I hear around me, the feedback I get from loved ones and friends in order to wing it through this thing called life.
“That weird customer has immediately paid my invoice after my message,” I tell Bakerman feeling happy with myself. “What does that mean?”
“Blackmail?” Bakerman raises an alarming eyebrow at me as he moves restlessly around my kitchen that evening.
“Haha. Not funny,” I smirk back. “Feel sorry for my mother. She’s a poor little old lady.”
“Did you put a spell on her?” Bakerman keeps eyeing me suspicious of every little reaction or telltale sign my body language might give off.
“No I swear I didn’t,” I answer a little too serious for that type of question.
“What makes her a little old lady?” Bakerman wants to know, his eyes moving up in obvious rememberance of her. “Have you mentioned to your brother to pull his weight for change?”
“We don’t see each other or talk to each other, so no,” I tell him firmly. “She is 67, anorexic thin, no money to spend, sour, by herself, not looking happy or healthy. That makes her a poor little old lady.”
“Did you spend her pension?” Bakerman won’t give up teasing me. “Send her a fruit basket with a note. Carpe diem.”
“I wish,” I sigh into my tea cup. “Haha pretty good, will do. She spends all her money on fatty.”
“Oh well. If she must then she must,” Bakerman states flatly. “Send Fatty a box of seeds to plant. With a note, work never killed anyone.”
“If she must what?” I look up at him surprised.
“Spend her money on Fatty,” Bakerman repeats.
“Haha will do that too,” I smile heartily. “Ok I’m jealous. He always gets spoiled, the brat.”
“Do you think he will understand the concept of what you sow you reap?” Bakerman questions me. He obviously has a plan but I fail to see the big picture just yet.
“He got beaten the hardest so I guess he deserves it now,” I remember those bad old days vividly. The thought alone makes me uneasy and I reach into the cupboard for a piece of chocolate to nibble on. “She will understand.”
“Ok send peppers and beans,” Bakerman nods decidedly.
“Peppers and beans?” I can’t believe what I am hearing.
“Yes,” Bakerman sips his tea undisturbed by the strangeness of this conversation.
“Jack and the bean stalk?” I ask him.
“Yes,” Bakerman continues sipping his tea.
“Peppa Pig?” I ask again to be really sure I got this right.
“Yes,” Bakerman puts his cup down and holds my gaze.
I burst out into a fit of hysteric laughter which lasts a good five minutes.
“Very good,” Bakerman encourages my uplift in spirit.
“Fun!” I finally manage to breathe between giggles.
“Bought a mixing machine today,” Bakerman changes the subject back to his entrepreneurial ideas. “Water is being turned on tomorrow in the kitchen. Things are moving again. Hope to start production soon.”
“This is exciting,” I say and I notice I am tapping my foot without thinking about it. “Do you have a tea room to receive guests?”
“Yes,” Bakerman nods proudly. “I will make samples for photos on Friday and test the oven.”
“Oh fun, just you or will you have help?” I urge him to tell me more about his plans.
“No. I will supply four tearooms to see if their clients will buy the product,” Bakerman lays out the basic steps of his business plan. “Just me for now.”
“Even better, no hassle to clean up,” I point out the positives as they would be for myself. “Pity though, you’re really good talking to people.”
“That’s for later,” Bakerman winks at me.
“Yes,” I smile relieved to hear that idea is still on the table. “I’m happy for you that things are looking up.”
“Have you eaten and bathed the kids yet?” Bakerman beyond my shoulder into the living room at my young brood.
“Have eaten,” I nod looking fondly over my shoulder at my little darlings.
“Did you blackmail your client for a higher price?” Bakerman almost catches me unawares on that issue again.
“Made saumon today. Delicious,” I answer to the question of what I made for my littles earlier on. “No I didn’t.”
“Why not?” Bakerman is always teasing.
“I just told him what I told you yesterday,” I am annoyed he would question my integrity. “Because that’s not right.”
“Marshmallow,” Bakerman throws at me with a wink and a grin.
“Yup,” I shrug my shoulders as I finish off my cup of tea.
“You will make a wonderful wife,” Bakerman looks at me all stary eyed now.
“I will,” I nod affirmatively. “This year in autumn.”
“Have you started planning yet?” Bakerman prods the plans further.
“No. Well the solicitor,” I look at his astonished as it hadn’t really occurred to me to actually start moving on this at all. “Nothing to plan really. Get a nice dress. Set the date. Go out for a meal. Married. Very simple.”
“No party for me to come too?” Bakerman’s grin is growing wider and his twinkles are apparent.
“Not really,” I say downplaying the aim of his tease. “Maybe a small drink.”
“Do you think Wim will freak out if I kiss the bride?” Bakerman does his best to keep a straight face now.
“Yes. Absolutely yes!” I cry out with a laugh. “That’s grounds for divorce.”
Bakerman lets out a deep laugh and finishes his tea. I much enjoy my daily chats with him. In fact, I believe that everyone has some really good stories inside of them. Every single person. Yes, you too!
Not all of your stories will get written, although they would be a great read indeed. Some of you may have the intention to write your passionate message to the world, but you keep putting it off and then putting it off some more and… Others will find an excuse in writer’s block. And just a simple lack of confidence will stop the other 99% of people reading these lines. Or lack of time. That one is my favourite excuse. And it just makes me sad. Life is an adventure. Like Paolo Coelho famously said : “Live your personal legend.” That’s right, you are legendary.
The best way I have found to learn something is by listening to stories people tell me. Bakerman is full of stories and funnies and anecdotes which get me thinking.
And it’s not just me. Everybody wants to hear your stories. My storyline. Bakerman’s words of wisdom. So be inspiring to those around you. Let your story be heard. If not in writing, in any other way you choose to express yourself. Just do it.