…I sort of felt the need to write. My mind is pretty full with a lot of things, and while that’s pretty much always the case these days, something or other made me feel like I should actually write about it.
Sure I need to sleep because in about 7 and a half hours I’m going to have to wake up and open the restaurant. But instead I have all these thoughts pinging around in my brain. The odd thing is that none of them are particularly significant or life-altering. Just little things that I have been thinking. So instead of making a valiant effort at synthesizing them into some kind of coherent format, I’m just going to sort of spit them out and hopefully that will provide the necessary rest for my brain…
- I love my job and what I do for a living. I am lucky that every day I get to wake up and do something I would do for free in my spare time and that someone is kind enough to pay me for it. I also love the people I work with. Sure there are somedays when I like them more or less than others but the bottom line is that I do love them. While my real family is far from me, I have a family here.
- I miss having time. I still have a lot more free time than most people in the business I’m in, however, it still seems so little in comparison to what I used to have. I don’t miss that time because I want to sleep more but I miss having time off when other people do. I miss being able to go see friends that I care about and people who make me happy.
- I realized tonight, while sitting around the tasting table at Food Matters for the first time in at least 4 months, that as much as I love the restaurant at which I work, I miss having the time and money to visit other restaurants I love. I relished those two hours around that table tonight, those few glasses of wine, and being able to enjoy people who helped me realize that what I’m doing now was even a possibility.
- I am falling back in love with wine. Not that I ever stopped loving it but I’m just being reminded these last few weeks why I loved it so much in the first place. I drink so much beer, Belgian and otherwise, and so much liquor (most of it, regrettably, in shot form) these days that I’ve sort of missed that feeling of savoring a glass of wine. That first sniff of a glass – short, curious, and tentatively attempting to discover the quality of what’s in the glass. Then that second inhaling – deeper, more intense, and really digging out all the wine has to offer. I miss being able to grab more than just a glass before I collapse into coma. I miss being able to enjoy it while I cook. So I’m taking it back.
- Finally, I miss my family. I hope that I’ll be able to see them soon but I miss them more than I can say. I miss my dad’s laugh, especially when it’s at one of his own jokes. I miss my mom’s smile and the way her eyes crinkle when she’s smiling. I miss my parents and all the little things that make them who they are. And while I know they are always supporting me, loving me, and wishing the best for me, it’s the small things I miss most. I cannot wait until the next time I am able to see them, until I am able to sit on the couch with my mom, my dad in his chair, and the dogs nestled somewhere on the couch with my mom and I.
And now that I’ve gotten that little bit out…it’s time to attempt sleeping.