I feel so inadequate whenever I step into the kitchen at school. This is my dream and nothing has ever meant this much to me. I have never been more invested in something and, because of that, I have never been more afraid of failure.
It’s like I don’t want to touch anything because I don’t want to mess up, ya know? I don’t want to fail and have to live with knowing that the one thing I want to do most is something that I’m not capable of doing.
I was two semesters away from a Bacholer’s degree. I was an Administrative Assistant at a museum and my close friendship with the curator there would have given me connections whenever it was time for me to apply for internships involving the curating aspect of museums. I had a solid life plan and I gave all that up to pursue my dream of being a pastry chef.
I can’t fail. I just can’t.
Failing would mean that I walked away from a very promising and budding career to live in mediocrity.
I won’t accept that for my life. I just won’t.