I find myself at a crossroads. This is not unusual for any of us – it is a daily occurrence. Life’s little happenings continue to happen and we select a path. Our thoughts, actions, decisions and a little happenstance play a role in where we end up at the end of the day.
This crossroad was not one that I actively chose for myself. Again, not so unusual. Life likes to throw a wrench into our plans and see what we do with it. Since this is a food blog, I would say that life just served me a fork; as in a literal fork in my path.
I’ve spoken some about my day job – which I loved and was good at. It involved all my passions: food, interesting people, making a difference in my little corner of the world. I was challenged daily and one day was never a mirror image of the last. It allowed me to have my fingers in lots of different pies.
In a way, it literally saved us. It was the job I fell into after the hardest time in our early married life – that time when I lost my job and then Greg lost his job and life seemed particularly dark with only minimal pinpricks of light.
Now, for that fork. Last week, I was given a choice: Choose to stay with my company, with the possibility of a promotion or choose to walk away with a cushion to catch me if I really stumbled. I think the hardest choices come when you have to choose between two good things – evidenced by how had it is for me to pick just one thing off a menu.
Not to cry over spilled milk. I realize it is a great luxury to comfortably choose.
The first thing I ever memorized in school was the poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost. I learned it in 2nd grade I could recite it to this day. So, I decided to embrace that fork and choose the path with all the surprises. So, as of Monday this week, I am officially without a job.
I’m a little scared. My job had been so blended with my identity for almost 7 years. I don’t know what I am going to do next. I haven’t even digested what this all means. Here I am taking a moment to live consciously, adultly, on a new path that I can’t even see yet.
Rather than fall into my next chapter, I want to craft the journey. I am asking that you hold me accountable in just that. I relish the idea of taking a moment just for me. Hopefully, I’ll walk away knowing what I want to be when I grow up. But if not, that’s OK too.
I am still mulling in that thought, stewing in the decision, stirred up in my emotions, keeping my eyes peeled and simmering down my goals – to toss ALL the food metaphors into a melting pot to steam.
For once, my plate is not too full to breathe much less think. And so, please do stay tuned.
Lydia, with a 100% cleared table
P.S. Bonus points if you can spot all the food references…