In celebration of my last few days on my current job in the culinary industry, I took home some Macarons, otherwise know as little sweet crabby patties that are obviously some of my favorite things. Along with a freshly baked croissant. *swoon*
During culinary school, I quickly became one of the top students in my class. Graduated with honors, enjoyed every single moment and after graduation this “winning streak” continued. I landed an internship at one of the top establishments in my city which then turned into a long term permanent position there. Words can’t explain how grateful I was for everything that came my way and how much I’ve learned during this period
So the question is why did I recently quit my “dream job”?
I answered this many times and it is simply because it turned out to not be my dream job. Instead of my mind staying on track to becoming the best in my field or focused on continuing to prove that I can become the best, It shifted to me instead craving personal freedom, time, and family. I felt that the schedule I was working at this company was having a negative impact on my personal life which then caused me to resent everything I was doing. I no longer understood why I was putting my whole heart into something that was out of sight out of mind once my shift ended while the rest of my entire world seemed so far away.
Some people may classify this as a failure. Leaving a top company with absolutely no plan. I haven’t been actively looking for another job and I am now a completely free agent with no clue what is in store for me.
But why does this “failure” feel like such a success?
In the culinary world I can quite possibly be seen as someone who can’t handle the pressure, can’t handle the heat and all that jazz. After all this was only an entry level position and one of the least stressful and honestly, those people may be right to an extent. I can’t handle it… simply because I chose not to handle it. What is the value of success when in pursuit of it, the amount of people and time it takes to actually celebrate it seems to be dwindling by the second? In school, one of the greatest instructors I had gave our class the advice that once your career seems to collide with your family and personal relationships, it’s time to leave. So, leave.
The truth is, at any given moment, that company can both fire and replace you in 5 seconds flat but how long will it take you to repair your broken relationships? Your confidence? Your sanity?
So instead of being completely scared of leaving, I became so excited for all of the time I would now have. Everyone in my life began to make plans for after I finished out my last days, hug me, and yes help me find another job.
I’m in no rush, I’ll tell you that right now.
Since I know it’s not the company itself that is the cause of all this, but the restaurant industry as a whole I have no desire to hop from one job in the industry to the next. Instead I’d rather take my time, MY TIME, and enjoy life. Enjoy the limbo. And within this gap I plan to only be my happiest, invest in my hobbies and soak up every last moment that I was missing out on. I learned that I value my time more than any dollar amount. I value my personal freedom. And while I haven’t yet figured out how to make money without exchanging my freedom, I don’t plan on continuing to give it up for the sake of being employed.
As my 25th birthday rears it’s pretty head I realized that in this short period I’ve live many lives. I’ve done many things and “failed” at almost everything.I’ve change direction many times, but I’ve come so far from where I began. Failing has pushed me further than most of my peers who have tried nothing. Who have, in turn, failed at nothing. Once a person realizes that the lessons failure is teaching you in that moment are meant to propel you forward to your ultimate destiny, you begin to welcome it.
The concept of Failure becomes Nonexistent. A Myth.
You begin to welcome change.
You’ll realize how far you’ve come in life, and how much you’ve changed for the better and you begin to owe it all to your “failures”. And once another failure smacks you in the face, you know in your heart that you have just graduated to the next step towards what the universe has in store for you.
Instead of weeping in the dark on your bed, you’ll end up like me:
Dancing around the room in your underwear.