Since I received the phone call yesterday that I have a job, I've been in an otherworldly mindset. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my luck. I just can't believe it in general.
I had an interaction today with an old acquaintance. I've known her family for 15 plus years. I told her my good news and she said "I look at all of your pictures online of your cooking, canning and gardening and I can't believe it..."what makes you do what you do"?
That question is what leads me to this post. I have no idea why I put myself out there to a butcher shop of all places to ask for a job. I truly don't. I just know I love it, but what is "it"? Is it knowledge above and beyond what I already know? Maybe... Is it camaraderie amongst people again? Probably... What else is it? I still don't know.
I'm amazed by the outpouring of people close to me and not close that have displayed incredulousness at my desire to be working in a butcher shop. I'm flabbergasted that they even ask the question, but then again, it makes me question myself. Why am I really doing this? I'm SO EXCITED that I can hardly contain myself, but I also wonder what I've gotten myself into. Is part of it that I'm infiltrating a man's world? Women haven't been my friends for the most part, men are easier to get along with, is that it? They're certainly easier....but I think I'm straying from the base of this particular post. That is...why am I doing this? I never thought in a million years I'd be here...for goodness sake, 10 years ago, I wouldn't touch a raw quicken. Now the only question in my mind is whether I'll eat blood sausage without a blindfold on.
