Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I must be crazy. Many bloggers who parlay their blogging into a career go one of two directions - they write a book or they start their own business. From Homeroom to Plate to Pixel, you see success everywhere in the blogosphere nowadays. Now, it's 100% because they worked their asses off, put everything on the line, and had amazing talent and drive. You can't be jealous of them. You can only be in awe of their motivation, their success, their passion. And those who are in the restaurant business and writing about it? They scare the living daylights out of me at the same time that they are inspiring me. How does that even work?
I must be crazy. I don't know if I'm in the minority here, but I see those success stories, those tales from the trenches, and I can't get one thing out of my head. For each of those successes, there are dozens of people who strive, day in and day out, but never get that lucky break. They quit their job, start a bakery, and end up thousands of dollars in debt with nothing to show for it. They submit pitch after pitch to editors and are continually rejected. Me? I'm pretty positive I'd be one of the latter. If, that is, I even made that leap. Which is highly unlikely. Why? Because that's not how I would define success and happiness for myself. Where others want to use their blogs to get the chance to demo recipes on tv, to write articles for the newspaper or a website - I'd be ecstatic if I ended up as a cog in the wheel. Because for every bright and shiny talent, I figure that there needs to be people like me. People who would love to just get shit done that needs getting done. Not the exciting things, definitely not the bolt of lightning brilliant ideas.
I must be crazy. Who actually enjoys the day-in-day-out slog? I've had conversations with friends about this, because well, we're engineers. And as engineering students, we were told over and over that we had the ability to be entrepreneurial! To be revolutionary! Going to interviews, we were told that we must brand ourselves as self starters, as independent thinkers, as movers-and-shakers. No one ever told us that those aren't the people that actually get shit done. For every person with a brilliant idea, dozens of others must be there at every step along the way. Making task lists, making timelines, determining production realities and efficiencies. Troubleshooting, as that brilliant idea needs some major work before it's red carpet-ready.
I must be crazy. Because every time I see people out there, making their dreams come true, I cheer them on. But on the inside, I'm just glad to be out there, working 8 to 5, and coming home to dinner and a scoop of chocolate sorbet. Yep, that's exciting enough for me.
Last Week: Chestnut Scones, but I made Melting Chocolate Meringues
Next Week: Cocoa Almond Meringues (don't bake these for the full hour at the bottom of your oven. switch the sheets so they burn. who knew?)