kick butt, butt kick.
You know when you have something big planned out in your head exactly how you’d like it to go, like a trip or a date or having friends in town for the weekend? Well, I am a chronic “future-memory-planner” and when things don’t go exactly how I hoped they would, I tend to get a little bent out of shape. It’s something I’ve been working on for a couple years now, just going with the flow and embracing the experience, and after this Seattle ordeal - I think I will be cured.
I came out West with a certain idea, romantic as it may have been, of how this would all go down. I would be a single, outgoing midwesterner here to take on Seattle with one of my best friends and in the process would take the restaurant scene by storm with my passion and desire to grow and somewhere in there would maybe join a band, work on a farm, make a zillion friends, lose 40 pounds, climb mountains, start a food blog, make a ton of money, the list goes on.
Well, today is the three month mark since I moved out here and absolutely nothing is going as planned. In fact, Seattle and this entire experience is currently kicking my butt. Not everything is a challenge, for instance I’m making some really good friends and learning my way around the city and I do work at two really great restaurants. However, most other aspects of life are really teaching me to stay positive, move forward, go with the flow, embrace the change, remember who is really important and remind myself that it will all work out.
I’m going to be honest, though, at this point it’s pretty damn tempting to hop on the next train/plane/rideshare/horseback/anythingtogetmeoutofhere to Minnesota and snuggle back into my comfy life there. Don’t get too excited though, fam, because I am determined to get this city to love me as much as I love it - and I’m strangely anxious to know what the next three months have in store for me.
Bring it, Seattle - I can take you.
