The fact is slowly sinking in that I am no longer an engineer by occupation. I can start saying to people that I'm a pastry chef. Because I am. I am not an engineer. I was an engineer in a past life. In this life, I am a pastry chef.

My family has finally come to terms with this fact as well. Over the weekend I think was the first time I have ever heard my father say, "It's your life; it's your decision." Ever. I was very surprised by that. Of course he also said that about my new PowerBook. I still think though that deep down he and my mother doubt that I can be successful at this. If anything, that's more incentive for me to prove them wrong.

I'm so far in now that I can't fail. Failure is not an option. Not that I would ever let myself fail. Because this isn't just my livelihood, but the fate of a coffee shop depends on me and my kitchen crew, and my ability to deliver baked goods effectively and efficiently. Woah.

Nah, it's really not that bad. But there is a lot of personal growth potential out there for me. For example, I have no earthly idea how to run a bakery. I know how to teach freshmen how to march in step and play an instrument simultaneously. I'm hoping those skills are transferrable.

I kind of chuckle to myself when I imagine what my resume is going to look like in a couple of years.

¶ 8:59 PM