The start of something big.

finished my first week at the new job. i couldn't be luckier. i may have accidentally fallen into my dream job. on my first day i was on the news. the owner announced that starting in june we are beginning to only use local and organic products. the whole restaurant is going green, and i couldn't be happier about it. i am a big supporter of the slow food movement, and anything to promote that i am all about. then the new gm talked to me about pushing the pastries. i am going to be doing special cakes for events and my new menu is going to be amazing, hopefully. knowing me i will never think that it is good enough. but by always pushing myself i can only get better, right? and apparently dallas is big on desserts, and if what everyone is telling me happens, i am about to blow dallas up with my pastries.

all of this scares me. not because of what it is, but because for the past two years everything that i have wanted to do and the goals that i have set for myself have come true. i wasn't even expecting to have my own menu till at least the age of 25. and here i am at 22 and i have it. and people may really like me. i made my first special cakes for some big clients on saturday and everyone was so impressed by not just how it looked, but also how it tasted. why can't i believe what everyone tells me? people tell me that i am good but i just can't believe it.

everything feels like a dream and i am just waiting to wake up.

i am about to put my heart and soul and 60+ hours a week into what i am about to do. and right now nothing else matters.