Have you ever woken up going through the same routines of your day and wondered, “How did I get here?”
That was me this past summer. I’ve always been someone who has known exactly what I want and won’t stop until it’s been crossed off the list.
When I was eight years old, and people used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up-I always gave one of two answers… “A baby doctor,” or “A chef.”
When I was eleven, my mother and I visited New York City. I remember telling her, “I’m going to live here someday.”
So…
Now that I am a neonatal nurse practitioner who lives in New York City, no one in my life is surprised that I’ve enrolled in culinary school.
I have to say, I am FREAK-ING OUT a little bit though. I mean, I have an advanced degree and a successful career as a medical provider. I am, in actuality, living my dream. But lately, I feel… unfulfilled.
Don’t get me wrong-I love what I do. Working with premature babies is amazing. Saving a life… Making a family feel complete when they are able to bring their healthy baby home from the newborn intensive care unit-it’s all very rewarding.
But, I’ve always known my passion… is FOOD!
So, I’ve decided to blog about my journey through culinary school, along with my potential early mid-life crisis and change of career at 32 years old.
And don’t worry… I will be sure to intersperse some delectable recipes along the way.
