Life is about highs and lows and lots of mediums. I suppose all highs and lows would mean you are suffering from bi polar disorder, so all those mediums in there is what levels us off. Uh, I think I’m digressing.
What I really want to talk about is how yesterday I had a great high and then a depressing low.
I took my Carrot Dogs in for a small group tasting. I was a bit worried because they actually had to be reheated so I thought they wouldn’t be quite as good. When you tell someone they are going to eat a carrot dog, they actually first just blink at you, then they say “what, a carrot, what?”. Then they make a face. Kind of that crinkled nose, like they just put something that tastes like an old sardine in their mouth. I reassured everyone though, just taste them, be open, I want feed back, but just give them a taste.
So I made everyone a dog and they took their first bite. I think for some it’s like when you think you are drinking a sprite and it’s water or maybe the other way around, heh. Anywho, everyone was shocked. I mean these things are good and with all the toppings, absolutely delicious. So the feedback was awesome and there were even stragglers coming in trying to get samples, which no one else was giving up. So I think I have something here. It’s all about fun toppings. So that was my high. Woohoo!!!
Later that night, I started to look into getting a business started, specifically a food business. Sweet Jebus, why. Why do I want to do this? Honestly, I’ve never seen something so convoluted as the various directions, sometimes conflicting, and licenses required to open a food business in California. The more I read, the more deflated I got, like a sad, limp balloon. How am I going to do this? Is it worth it? Am I going to fail? Why won’t my itunes transfer to my new iphone5? Why does the toenail polish always come off of my third to the pinky toe first? Oops, do you see what happens? I get frustrated and then start distracting myself. I think it might be a coping mechanism.
So I was just deflated though, meh, meh, meh. I started doubting myself, my abilities, everything. Sitting in a cubicle all day where things are safe, where I know how to manage expectations started to sound better and better. Then I realized, this is why many of us end up in a cube and wake up 40 years later, in that same cube, maybe a different company, maybe a different cube or even an office, but it’s still the same. I realized that I have to try. That if I fail, fine, but I have to try. There are thousands of restaurants out there. I always wonder how the hell they got started. If they can do it, gosh darn it, I can do it. As Stuart Smalley said, “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and gosh darnit, people like me”.
Please tell me you know who Stuart Smalley is? Cause I’m just gonna feel old.
So chin up, it’s way to early to even start giving up.
I’m off for a quick San Francisco girl’s weekend, but stay tuned. Next week is time to start grinding meat…duh, duh, duh!!! And testing liege waffles. Yum, waffles.