So, it’s been 22 days shy of 12 months since my last post…huh, I guess the weekly thing didn’t work out so well. I am, however, reminded of a quote by Henry David Thoreau, “What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” Well, I learned that a weekly update on something that proved to be one disappointing step after another is not a thing at which I excel. Shocker! I also learned that my dream department wasn’t such a dream and it sent me into a bit of a funk.
I did end up meeting with the department head while I was in Minnesota last May and she was very nice. The catch to an otherwise good meeting was learning of her team’s extensive travel. Perhaps in 10 years, I’d be open to that life, but right now my life is being home for my family. That’s my life and it’s the life I want. I haven’t given up on a career in event planning, but I know I’ll have to work for a different company if I want to move to Minneapolis and not travel much. To that end, I’ve been volunteering with the St. Mary’s Food Bank Alliance in planning their 14th Annual Golf Classic. It’s been fun, educational and a good step in the right direction.
Fast forward to April 7th, 2015…
Yesterday, I saw a job posting for a writer for RawSpiceBar.com and it shook me. From as far back as my memory will serve, food has been a source of great joy and yesterday, I wanted it to be more than a hobby.
Before starting school, I would go grocery shopping with my mom while my brothers learned to read and write and other such academic pursuits. When kindergarten came for me, this could not stand and I ordered my mother to not go grocery shopping without me! I don’t think it worked, but to this day, the grocery store is my sanctuary. A place to lazily tick through the numbers on my pedometer, soak in the flavors and colors of the culinary landscape and await inspiration. An awesome Saturday afternoon is perusing my cookbook library or this tremendously wonderful internet to plan my family’s meals for the week. Food was my first love and still takes a top four spot behind my husband and daughters.
(At this point, I must impress upon you that I never wanted to be a cook/chef. While I love to cook, I could think of no worse culinary torture than being a cook in a restaurant. Had I known about Cooks Illustrated test kitchen 15 years ago when I was deciding the direction of my life, I may have pointed it in that direction, but I didn’t so I didn’t. )
To where this gastronomical realization will lead, we’ll see. But it’s safe to say there will be a lot more talk of food in the coming posts. And, I may even break my record of three posts in 2015!