The goodness of life
OK, so Billie Holiday is on the speaker, the dog is piled on the bed, the wine glass is full, and on this Monday night, I am reminded of something the baker said...wait, let's catch up first.
I did take the plunge a couple of months ago, and made some changed in my life. Changes that were overdue, and much needed. They weren't easy, but well worth it. I miss my friends in Missouri, miss the weekends at the creek, and drives in the country. However, I am so glad to be back where I belong. There's a certainty in losing that feeling that I'm in wrong place. I've had these moments lately where I am sitting somewhere, usually in the sunshine, or driving in the Jeep, and I become so overwhelmed with feelings of happiness, or contentment, or whatever it is. I don't remember feeling that way working in radio. Oh, I used to have a good time, but I don't recall feeling like great things were possible. Over the last year, when I was thinking of trying something different, I kinda knew those feelings weren't there, and that I was looking for something different. I knew that I loved and had spent time dreaming of doing was being in a kitchen. I grew up around a restaurant, my grandparents owned one, and I loved it. So when I moved back to Texas, I made plans to attend culinary school. With that in mind, I began looking for jobs in the industry. I got extremely lucky, and found a promotions position with a Five Star Restaurant in Fort Worth. I took what I knew of being a promotions director in radio, and put it in practice here. I'm working on the culinary arts stuff as well, doing what I can online with restaurant management and planning, and once I get in full swing of the job, take my practical classes.
So, my desk sits at the end of our prep kitchen. Bread baking, and cookies coming out of the oven, and meals for catering and big parties (my part in the kitchen) are going on all the time.
Now, back to the baker part. Our baker's name is Grrr (well it's pronounced that way). He spent some time in the Israeli Army, and is such a great person to talk to. His English is great, and sometimes he sings in Hebrew. He goes out the the herb garden at the back of the restaurant in the mornings and picks a few springs of rosemary and mint and leaves then on my desk so I can make them into tea. I always thank him, and he says to me "I like to know that I can help contribute to the goodness in your life"
tonight, I'm definitely contributing
I did take the plunge a couple of months ago, and made some changed in my life. Changes that were overdue, and much needed. They weren't easy, but well worth it. I miss my friends in Missouri, miss the weekends at the creek, and drives in the country. However, I am so glad to be back where I belong. There's a certainty in losing that feeling that I'm in wrong place. I've had these moments lately where I am sitting somewhere, usually in the sunshine, or driving in the Jeep, and I become so overwhelmed with feelings of happiness, or contentment, or whatever it is. I don't remember feeling that way working in radio. Oh, I used to have a good time, but I don't recall feeling like great things were possible. Over the last year, when I was thinking of trying something different, I kinda knew those feelings weren't there, and that I was looking for something different. I knew that I loved and had spent time dreaming of doing was being in a kitchen. I grew up around a restaurant, my grandparents owned one, and I loved it. So when I moved back to Texas, I made plans to attend culinary school. With that in mind, I began looking for jobs in the industry. I got extremely lucky, and found a promotions position with a Five Star Restaurant in Fort Worth. I took what I knew of being a promotions director in radio, and put it in practice here. I'm working on the culinary arts stuff as well, doing what I can online with restaurant management and planning, and once I get in full swing of the job, take my practical classes.
So, my desk sits at the end of our prep kitchen. Bread baking, and cookies coming out of the oven, and meals for catering and big parties (my part in the kitchen) are going on all the time.
Now, back to the baker part. Our baker's name is Grrr (well it's pronounced that way). He spent some time in the Israeli Army, and is such a great person to talk to. His English is great, and sometimes he sings in Hebrew. He goes out the the herb garden at the back of the restaurant in the mornings and picks a few springs of rosemary and mint and leaves then on my desk so I can make them into tea. I always thank him, and he says to me "I like to know that I can help contribute to the goodness in your life"
tonight, I'm definitely contributing
posted by Christa @ 9:42 PM
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