I’ve had a big disappointment recently. As my mother would say, “Look what happened. You put all your eggs in one basket, tripped, fell, and now you don’t even have enough to scramble one egg never mind a dozen. Now what are you going to do about it”? The tripping and falling part is legitimate in this saying; as everyone knows I am a Calamity Jane. I have set myself on fire, almost chopped off a finger, dropped and tripped over things, and the list goes on. Yet, while I may be disappointed, my persistent, creative mind won’t leave me alone.
I do fall in and out of opportunities more than the number of times Chevy Chase fell on Saturday Night Live. And if you don’t know about his falls on SNL, I suggest you watch the old SNL shows. Every time he fell, he got right back up with a smile on his face to continue in the sketch. Of course the falls were a part of the show, but it’s the attitude I’m highlighting. Always getting back up with a smile. So, what will I do now?
I was in line for a big opportunity on the culinary side of my life. I prepared, studied, went through a ton of stages to get where I wanted to go. Recently the final decision came in and I lost out. The reason was not due to people not liking me, loving my techniques, or what I had to offer. I wasn’t the right fit for them or where they were going. Understandable. I have had many job offers where I felt the company was not the right fit for me so it’s understandable it could go the other way around. But (in my pathetic crying voice), “I wanted it so badly”!
I told my husband, “That’s it! I am not cooking anymore”! In which he said, “That’ll be the day. Stop kidding yourself and who cares about this last opportunity. Go out on your own. Every time someone tells you that you can’t do something, you get stubborn and say oh yes I can. Then I see you walking 43 miles in one day to raise funds for charity. I watch you drive off to travel 2200 miles alone, to make it in 37 hours with only a 4 hour break. You always find a way”.
He’s right. I hate hearing I can’t do something. I’m like a child. You tell me not to cross the road without looking both ways and I will cross the road with my eyes shut.
I also pouted to a friend of mine recently and she said, “I will give you three days to mourn and no more. Get over it”! Both of them were very sympathetic weren’t they? However, it was what I needed to hear to get me going again.
Plus, the fact that I still lay at night thinking how I can put blackberries and ghost peppers together to make a great jam. Or, this new candy idea I have that I will share (someday). How to turn my recipes into gluten free or have them according to the low FODMAP diet. Better yet, these incredible food ideas I have just running around inside my brain waiting and pleading to be developed.
I feel God has given me a passion and I don’t want to squander it away. So like Chevy Chase on SNL, I will get back up with a smile on my face and watch out, because I have a new determination like never before. Don’t tell me I can’t because I’m stubborn, competitive, and uniquely creative. I will continue to find my own path in the culinary world with my persistent, creative mind that won’t, thankfully, leave me alone.
Until next time, happy creating.