Looking For The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

I am a chef. I never planned to be a chef. I didn’t wake up one day when I was 12 and say “I am going to be a chef when I grow up”. When I was 12 I never thought of life beyond 13. As a matter of fact, going through high school when other kids were seeing them selves as doctors, lawyers, pimps or whatever, the farthest into the future I ever considered was what I was going to have for dinner. I have always lived my life one day at a time, and still continue to do so.

Working as a chef is a physically and emotionally stressful job at times. I just happened into it back in the late 80s, ended up going to the world’s best and only full time cooking college, where I was the Dean’s list every semester, and graduated with Honors.

Holding that degree has opened many a door for me and with it I have been able to earn a comfortable living. I always wanted something to fall back on and the year when the Sarcoidosis spread to my heart, I was going to school to learn another hands on profession, that did require a lot of physical activity, although far be it from stressful.

Ever the optimist, I took a leave of absence to have my heart surgeries and returned the next year to continue. Needless to say, I was not physically able to continue the course and had to permanently drop out.

Now that leaves to ponder, where do I go from here. I definitely can’t do physical chef work for the rest of my life. It’s too draining. Now I have to find a job that is not physically demanding and pays well that I like! Why didn’t I think this through when I was twelve?

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