It strikes me sometimes, that to say “yes” to anything means saying “no” to a plethora of other things. So it is with my job. I was feeling the need for a break, to recharge. I needed a way to have less stress in my life. Someone once described chefs as “adrenaline junkies,” and yes, yes we are. I doubt it’s the last turn I’ll have in professional kitchens, but that’s all for now, folks.
Yesterday was my last day at Babette, the restaurant where I’ve been working. While it wasn’t a teary goodbye, I felt a twinge of… something as I wiped down those counters for the last time, turned off all the lights and locked the door on an empty kitchen. A kitchen that’s been my playground and my hell and my workspace for the past year. So long, guys. You will be missed.
But a quote from a poem by Rumi struck me, as I was shutting that door for the last time. To paraphrase, “Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes back in another form.” I feel it. It’s the hope I have for the future.
This is what I think people don’t understand, sometimes, when I have this conversation with them. The conversation goes something like this:
“But I thought you liked this job.”
“Oh, I do. Very much. In fact, I love this job.”
“But you’re leaving?”
Granted, I’m not particularly forthcoming with my feelings or thought-process with strangers, but the gist of it is this: I feel very, very lucky when I can leave something I love, in order to go to something else that I love. I’ve loved all of my jobs. I’ve met some brilliant, amazing, inspiring people through my work. But in order to have all the experiences that I’ve had, I’ve had to leave many, many places.
I think it says something wonderful about both sides of the equation when things can work out this way. Amicably, with respect and admiration on both sides. What a beautiful world we’re building.