This is a story I’ve told too many times, not about ice cream but about starting small, starting scared, and starting anyway. Paul began his business in his parents’ kitchen, scooping dreams into tubs long before they ever reached a shelf. That story stuck with me, not just because I love every single bite of his buttercake ice cream (with waffles and chocolate syrup, obviously), but because it reminds me of my own journey. Right now, I’m figuring out my path, shifting away from psychology, navigating the weight of job rejections, and wondering where I truly belong. But building this project reminded me that all great things start somewhere. That it’s okay to begin messy. That following a spark, whether it’s ice cream or interface design can lead to something unexpectedly beautiful. That’s why I chose Paul’s Homemade Ice Cream. Because it’s not just dessert. It’s a reminder that passion, pursued boldly, can become a career. A life. A second chance.
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