In Limbo, but writing again
It feels like I am in limbo between two worlds. I left my job of nearly 12 years a little over a week ago, a writing job, to jump into a life of food. We are now just waiting for the rain to subside, so we can get cement in at our little courtyard where our mobile kitchen will sit for spring, summer and fall.
There are moments when I feel like this is one of the craziest things I have ever done. What business do I have opening a restaurant, a renegade mobile kitchen at that? Then there are moments when I feel very strongly, for some reason, that this is what I need to be doing. This is what we, my husband and executive chef and I, need to be doing.
I guess the act of creating this business from the ground up has reinvigorated my writing. I am
doing more of the writing I like to do. It’s not that I didn’t like the writing I did at my job, but I wrote all day and then tried to write more when I got home, and I got to point where it was too much.
While I was feeling a little down on writing a couple months ago, I did learn that two of my poems were accepted for publication in two different publications. That was a nice bit of news. I really felt the frustration with writing melting away when I attended the Midwest Literary Walk a few weekends ago. I heard some great poets read, read a couple of my poems, and got a chance to hear my friends’ band October Babies play.
In a week, I’ll be spending my days prepping, cooking and selling some great food at Debajo del Sol. I’ll be spending my days outside in Ann Arbor, hanging out with my husband. This week, we’ll move our stuff into Union Hall Kitchen, and begin the process of getting ready to open. It’s exciting and scary all at once, but Jay has done his homework. He’s really pulled all of this together. It’s his vision, and I’m so excited to be a part of it coming to fruition.
Well, enough rambling, I’ve got some writing to do.