I know. I know. I’ve been away for so long. Well I think you’ll forgive me, 2 ½ readers, for my absence because I’ve been on quite an adventure. Still am. A couple of months ago, I was revisiting everyone’s favorite existential quandary, “What the fuck am I doing with my life?”
I know I made a pretty proactive decision by going to culinary school, but was also wondering what was stopping me from completely immersing in the culinary world. Hmmm? That only took a second. Oh right. That would be cash. As awesome as it may seem to cook all day, at least to me that is, it sure don’t pay much.
Then I thought about a story that I heard second-hand about the founder of my school, Annemarie Colbin. Legend has it, ok not so legend she tells this story to hundreds of people at a time, that when she first started in the culinary world, she made a promise to “the universe” that she would never be too exhausted to fulfill her dream. She adds most importantly that just because she made this spit-in-the-handshake with the universe her road to her dreams didn’t have its challenges. Actually, it was really difficult. Since her promise, Annemarie has been a writer, teacher, speaker, and advocate of clean, nutrious, wholesome food. Her classes became a program and the program grew to be a school, and the school just became an institute. So there. A little inspiration for me to chew on.
So I took “sit-down” with myself and asked if I could really handle this life-altering decision. Was I really brave enough to let go of everything I was comfortable with? I had a good job that paid well-enough, I had friends at work and, truly, all I’ve ever known was working in the nonprofit sector. But then I thought about what I wished my life was actually like, trying not to factor in, you know, reality. I saw what I could be doing, and realized there was no reason why, at the very least, I shouldn't just try it. After all, no one can ever take away my 10 years of work experience. I can always go back. (But a couple of months later, I venture to say that I don't think I'm going back...)
I had long discussions with my mother and boyfriend about what challenges I would face and how it would affect them. I would no doubt need their help and, luckily, they were indeed supportive. What I basically realized was that if I didn’t take this risk now, I don’t think I ever would. Turning 30 last year, has really gotten me into the shit-or-get-off-the-pot-approach. So I took a deep breath and quit my job.
As Cuehlo says, when you’re doing something that you should be doing, the universe conspires to help you achieve it. The next day, I contacted my friend who is a Sous chef at the Landmarc restaurant, and asked her if she knew anyone who was hiring. She offered me a job as a pastry cook.
I know I made a pretty proactive decision by going to culinary school, but was also wondering what was stopping me from completely immersing in the culinary world. Hmmm? That only took a second. Oh right. That would be cash. As awesome as it may seem to cook all day, at least to me that is, it sure don’t pay much.
Then I thought about a story that I heard second-hand about the founder of my school, Annemarie Colbin. Legend has it, ok not so legend she tells this story to hundreds of people at a time, that when she first started in the culinary world, she made a promise to “the universe” that she would never be too exhausted to fulfill her dream. She adds most importantly that just because she made this spit-in-the-handshake with the universe her road to her dreams didn’t have its challenges. Actually, it was really difficult. Since her promise, Annemarie has been a writer, teacher, speaker, and advocate of clean, nutrious, wholesome food. Her classes became a program and the program grew to be a school, and the school just became an institute. So there. A little inspiration for me to chew on.
So I took “sit-down” with myself and asked if I could really handle this life-altering decision. Was I really brave enough to let go of everything I was comfortable with? I had a good job that paid well-enough, I had friends at work and, truly, all I’ve ever known was working in the nonprofit sector. But then I thought about what I wished my life was actually like, trying not to factor in, you know, reality. I saw what I could be doing, and realized there was no reason why, at the very least, I shouldn't just try it. After all, no one can ever take away my 10 years of work experience. I can always go back. (But a couple of months later, I venture to say that I don't think I'm going back...)
I had long discussions with my mother and boyfriend about what challenges I would face and how it would affect them. I would no doubt need their help and, luckily, they were indeed supportive. What I basically realized was that if I didn’t take this risk now, I don’t think I ever would. Turning 30 last year, has really gotten me into the shit-or-get-off-the-pot-approach. So I took a deep breath and quit my job.
As Cuehlo says, when you’re doing something that you should be doing, the universe conspires to help you achieve it. The next day, I contacted my friend who is a Sous chef at the Landmarc restaurant, and asked her if she knew anyone who was hiring. She offered me a job as a pastry cook.
Thanks LLS!! I'll miss you guys too!
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