Fuck it

My therapist once said - accept it or change it, but don't resist it.  Resisting will only cause you stress.  

Zak and I have just returned from a two week holiday, and now we're struggling with the daily grind of our sales account managment jobs.   I know what you're thinking - it's a job, just do your job, there's people starving for employment opportunities with paid holidays - stop complaining, just do your job!  That's all true, but the fact is, we both need something more fulfilling. Right now it feels like we're waiting tables at the busiest restaurant, that's open 24/7 with a line-up out the door. The kitchen can't keep up and neither can we.  Our burnout is constant.

So fuck it,  I'm taking the leap.  I'm going to combine my talents for cooking and teaching with my new love for writing - and maybe, in a year I can leave my day job for this.  

My promise to you is this, my recipes and self-help teaching style will be awesome, but my writing will suck balls.  This plan will take a while.  This plan will take commitment. This plan may not work.  But fuck it, here it goes.