a Vocation Vacation
i’m addicted to this industry.
a-d-d-i-c-t-e-d.
my parents are watching from the side line like – wtf is happening to you? you’re going a mile a min, but you’re growing and learning and, d-d-daymn…
passion is pouring from my insides again.
the last two weeks was exactly what i needed to get back into the game,
and now,
i am confident
that i can grab this opportunity and blow my own head out of the water.
as i learned to execute in college — it’s all about COMMITMENT
a fear that’s been lingering in me for years now…
commitment
how to spend the time you were meant to spend on this earth doing what you love.
it’s like when i dance, see dance, and dancers do their thang,
it lights me on fire
and in an alternate universe,
that would have been me on a huge stage, in a stadium, rippin it up,
or at least in my past life — i just feel it,
because i recognize that fire, that heat, that passion in their souls,
and when i dance,
the world is alright because i am living the essence of pure Love in a moment of time.
i feel that way about food,
a life force within that breathes air, fire, water, and all of the other elements of survival into my/our bloodstream
except, this passion has been dormant for a while.
i’ve been training my emotional, physical, and psychological endurance since i’ve been out of college and since i moved home, and started this blogg,
i’ve been figuring out ways to weave through all these other elements to find my path again,
and have been building my own tapestry of the world around me -
and
to find my soul through the cook’s lifestyle now
is to commit to a beast that so scared me to tears on that first intensive night admist the haze of the hustle and bustle at Landmarc. columbus circle. central park.
i was so lost when i came home
and now,
the path is clearing again,
and my gutt is telling me to move again,
to go,
grab it by the horns
and go.
take this new job,
cook your ass off on the line.
because it’s all you baby.
downtown.
financial district.
i will be in the heart of this city
and that will in turn feed my soul too.
bring it.
this lifestyle is intense.
it truely is a VOCATION — interestingly defined as a) a strong feeling of suitability for a particular career or occupation, or b) a person’s main occupation regarded as particularly worthy and requiring great dedication
but they say that when you are doing what you do best, and when you love what you do –
“do what you love / love what you do”
it doesn’t feel like work,
because it can be a vacation everyday,
or rather, it’s your life.
and it’s the kind of pleasurable lifestyle that is so sought after outside of our north american workforce median.
and i am learning to love it.
because this is a kind of job, this is the kind of growth, and this is the kind of experience that will allow me to travel the world later on, to live my life, to do my thang, and to commit to learning about the global food and agricultural industry.
i want an edge when i get to grad schooL, i want to bring myself and my food experience to the table, and i want to pull it apart and talk about it all. let’s deconstruct the shit out of life, out of systems, out of theories and projects, and then put it all back together and eat it up again. rebuild, grow, and live it out.
and yet, i feel that i am still so green.
but i have the fire, and the passion to fight for it, to search for it, and to live it again –
and i’ve always been the one to find this kind of “living” that’s not just surviving off of what i do kind of thang — and it’s what i’ve been searching for.
so what’s another year or two here?
i have options.
and that is a mother effing great feeling.
jlo’s back
let’s cook,
so we can EAT!
*peace
