Failure is much more than just falling on your face and starting over. Getting up and starting over is actually the pretty easy part. Failure goes much deeper and personal.
The person I look up to most and the only person who’s negative opinion of me that would ever destroy me, is my Mothers.
I was filling out a job application recently and they asked how people related through food and how that makes you relatable.
We all reach that breaking point. Some, sadly, keep it in. Holding it in will destroy you. You need to fall apart at some point.
A book written by Kamal Ravikant is another installment in self love and awareness. A simple quick read and yet so chock full of self love and enlightenment. I have found that the simpler the better and Kamal hit the nail on the head.
I went to culinary school. To get a job as a pastry chef. To do what I love. To present my gift of pastry to the world. What they don’t tell you in culinary school, I will tell you here. Your gift of pastry skills and hospitality skills in general will be used to appease angry assholes that want you to kiss their ass. When I left school I quickly found out that culinary school should have taught me how to kiss ass. First off, your talent, nobody gives a shit about. How fast can you give me what I want? That’s what the guest and your boss wants to know. Second, the pay is pathetic considering how much school and training costs. People want what they want and want it now. Quantity over quality. This is what we’ve become. I’ve had guests where I work demand chocolate covered strawberries in January. I’ve let people know that it’s not wise and offered better options that I could do. No. They want strawberries and they want them now. …