This semester I have started school again. I was a little--no more than a little-- I was nervous.
For the last 6 months or so I have been trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I had lost a career, tried at a new one and knew it was not meant for me, then lost that one too. Moved to a new state and then back and I felt lost. I kept wishing I could just have my old job back--I wanted what I couldn't have.
Finally I thought about what it is I love doing. I love cooking. I love cooking and baking for friends and family. I love trying new recipes. I love taking old favorites and working the over and over until they are mine-and then working them over some more.
Then it hit me. I should go to culinary school. I mean why not? And even if I'm not going to be a chef or own a restaurant, I'll at least still learn important skills.
So in December I enrolled. And last month, I started going back to school.
It's been a good 6-7 years since I've been in a classroom. A lot has changed. Everything is online. Even the petitioning of a class. I'm amazed at it all. Am I showing my age? There was a moment during registering that I had the thought that the technology was beyond me. That I was getting too old for this.
But I got through. I found my classes and I got the materials I needed. And while a lot has changed, nothing has changed. Students still circle the parking lots, frantically searching for a spot. There are those that look so very worried about what people think of them, they walk around unaware that no one is judging them. There are kids who still feel like they are on top in the High school food chain--soon realizing that we are all adults and none of that stuff matters anymore.
And then there are those like me. Looking for a second chance. Looking to start over.
So here I am. Daring to start over. I'm nervous, broke and dreading the hard work, late nights and tests ahead. But more importantly, I'm excited. Let's do this!!!