The beginning of this journey started almost a year & a half ago, I've been cooking for over 12 years, and loved what I did. I mean, how many people got to play all day and get paid for it, I loved cooking for years, ever since I was a child, I love baking, and just playing with my food.

A year & a half ago I started to lose that love that I had for so long, work became, well, work. And for me, that wasn't how it was supposed to be, ever. So I started changing jobs, seeing if it was the places that I was working, and not the work itself. Through the job changes I met some really great people who were fun to work with, but it didn't really make it better for me
.
 So after my last job change, I had just finished the probation period when I went to see my Chef, I wanted to explain to him why I was giving my notice to leave this job that had great people to work with and that treated their staff really well. I hadn't even been there a month when we lost my step-sister to cancer, I had called my boss to see if he would cover my shift the next day just so I could deal (I was shopping in Watertown with my sister-in-law when I got the text from my brother.) My Chef had no problem covering my shift, and I knew I had to work the day after, so I get to work only to find out that they not only covered my shift that day, but for the entire week and told me not to worry about anything, that I could come back when I was ready.

It was things like this that made it hard to explain why I was leaving, that it wasn't because of the place or the people, but simply because I lost my passion for cooking. Well, I was certainly surprised when he said he understood, that it happens, and that maybe making a clean break from cooking would allow me to eventually come back to it. It usually happens, you stop doing something and eventually miss it and slowly start to get back in, baby steps really, so this blog will follow journey from leaving to hopefully loving once again.