Sometimes it's extremely hard to understand why we do things. Like taking a job we know is going to be tough. Months pass and you keep asking youself why you did it. But then something comes along to reassure you that you did the right thing.

I recently experienced this. After months of break out in pimples stressed from work, a long commute, bad diets, and lack of exersize, something finally came my way. Another job offer will soon change my lifestyle so drastically it will feel as though working in restaurants was a oh so very crazy and stupid idea.

I wonder if i'll miss it. I wonder if the crazyness of it all will haunt me while i'm strolling though a grcery store. No more plates under the lamps getting ready to be delicatly plated with a steady hand. No more calling back orders or sweating perfusly under the watchful eyes of a famous chef and his sous chef.

While stepping out of one's comfort zone is nessessary for growth, it's also pretty scary.

But in the end it's always about the food and what you want people to know about your food. and this time around i'm pumped i took that horrific job.