I felt like doing another though spill style blog tonight as I sit here thinking about the last few months. Sometimes life feels like a huge whirlwind that we get swept up in, with no clear direction, no vision and no control. Then over time, it blows over, and what once seemed like a chaotic mess, becomes a series of scarily coincidental events.
Four months ago, I had quit my job in Sales, moved out of my flat share in Clapham, recently single after a long term boyfriend, living at home, unemployed, prospectless and hopeless and quite ill of health. The only thing that bought me joy was baking, but I had no idea how I was going to make that any kind of reality.
As much as it was hands down the riskiest life choice to drop everything I had going for me, I felt it was the only way to clear the distractions, in order to see what life had in store for me. We can get so caught up in the day to day, that we ignore life’s little nudges towards the path that, I believe, is pathed out for us before we are even born. The path that leads to whatever it is you’re destined to do.
Fast forward to this very day; I was at pastry school, minding my own business making an apple flan (I attend Westminster Kingsway College every Thursday to study Professional Patisserie along side my job). My teacher, who I adore so wholly, got out a photo to show me, of him in 1997 when he was teaching at Le Cordon Bleu and he was standing with Yotam Ottolenghi, who had just moved over from Israeli to study culinary skills after serving in the Israeli army. It really got me thinking about how I arrived in that very kitchen where I was standing and how the coincidence that my teacher had also taught Ottolenghi, was ridiculously uncanny.
Of course, there were many hints and nudges way before the final push, that baking is my purpose in life (I speak more about this in my introductory post), however, during the summer just gone, I was sat at home, where I had moved back to after leaving my rented place, and my mum suggested that I did a trial shift at Ottolenghi, just to see if being in a kitchen was something I might enjoy. I was rather pessimistic, as a Geography graduate, just didn’t believe I was destined for the kitchen, as snobby as that sounds. However because I had given everything up, I had nothing to lose but to give it a go. Luckily my mum has connection to Ottolenghi through one of her best friends, and was able to get me a day or two there to test it out.
They were the beet two days of my life, and the rest is history.
What I’m trying to get across is that, it wasn’t long ago that I felt I had nothing going for me, nothing to jump out of bed in the morning for, no visions and no dreams. I forced myself to listen to what life had in front of me, and put my heart over my head to follow my dreams. I was able to do this because I cleared all distractions, and was open to something different, and being someone different, to a new start. It was the best thing I ever put myself through and I hope I can, by sharing these posts, inspire others to follow their dreams too.