I intended to start this blog for a laugh. Sometimes, when the stars align just right, the magic flows, and I have a way with words. I crack people up all the time with my stories. Somehow, it doesn't happen here. Maybe because I know that anyone reading this is no one I know. So I feel safe to put another side of myself out there. In my other blogs on myspace, I rant and rave and tend to show some of my color; I have a few friends I know read those, so it's a way for me to have a conversation with them, at the same time really brassing off to the world. Sort of. Here I feel so mellow. Here I feel quiet, like I don't even have an audience. My thoughts turn contemplative before I even start to post. Man, I've had a few good kitchen stories. But suddenly it isn't much of a novelty. I'm in a bit of a midlife crisis, so to speak. Although, I'm no where near "midlife". Truth be told, I think we're all at an endlife, all the time. If you live in the moment, where there is no future, how can where you are be the middle? See? I can't help it! So, I am hating my job (a common theme in any of my blogs). I like the responsibility and trust I have with my coworkers, but I don't like it at the same time. It's like, that's what I want, that sort of camaraderie, friendship...but on a more intimate level. I think owning a business with friends, or something to that effect. I hate working for corporate america. I hate going to a place, spending most of my time there, or spending my time preparing to go back, thinking about the damn place, that I do not care about. I don't care if the company goes under. I only care about the customers because I try to be compassionate, indeed, I am compassionate, usually to a fault. I am too nice. But I do love to cook. I love taking pictures. I love to write, when I actually can. How can I turn these things into a career I love? It doesn't matter to me if I am not making much money to begin with; I'm so f-ing broke now it wouldn't make much difference. And if it was something I loved to do, I would try harder. But on another hand, I am so scared of change, of putting myself out there without the net, you know? But I don't want to look back at my life and think, Oh, it wouldn't have been so bad to try. Shoulda, coulda, woulda... My big thing has been photography. Don't know a lot about it, but I do take decent pictures, if I say so myself. I went to MIAD for a few semesters just out of high school and studied painting. I didn't graduate, didn't go back. Instead I got married and joined the unwashed masses. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, and generally love being married to him (lol). I always thought I would go back to school. But now I think if I do, it will be for photography. But...I do love to cook. Could I go to culinary school instead? A friend and coworker suggested I should, and I think she may be right. It would be creative, which is a bonus, and I could do it. I have visions of a bakery filled with awesome breads and pastries and cakes....Oh! That just gave me an idea! Ooh! Two ideas! Hmm... Most people, including my husband, would flinch at bakers hours, but I do find myself more and more a morning person. When I worked midnights, 3 a.m. was my favorite hour. Just as the birds started chirping, the world was waking up, but everyone was still asleep. It is the most peaceful time of day for me. (Tho, by no means do I set my alarm for that hour!). I do enjoy making bread. I love that smell..... I'm not so brilliant with cakes, but because I have never really tried. I have a lot of creative interests that might make that a good "career" move for me. I love art, sculpture, working with my hands... plus, I love food (seriously, who doesn't???), chocolate (although, macrobiotics tends to frown on it, and I really haven't had much lately), and I love making food for other people, I love that face people make when they eat something that is just bliss (and I made it)... Well, thanks for listening. Oh, and I am planning a batch of pumpkin muffins soon. They sort of commemorate the changing of the season, although I tend to make them all fall/winter long. At least till new year. Everything sort of drops off into sucky-winter-dead zone after that. But, I'll get some pics of the spicy goodness when I make them. Mmm. I'm warm and fuzzy all over just thinking about them!