I very candidly said, "maybe."
I will get a pretty good glimpse of my worth very soon, and the thought of that terrifies me, because I'm not really sure how much I'm worth to anyone. I've always just kept showing up for work and done as much as I can, but I know there is more I can do; there is always more we can do, especially when trying to perpetually prove yourself to people who have plenty of applicants lined up who can do what you do, with a much better attitude.
While I feel like the Universe has given me plenty of opportunity to see that I belong here in my little mountain town, it also feels, to me, to be giving up on everything I've ever wanted, considering I've spent most my life trying to escape. This job brings with it a bit of an identity crisis. I love brewing, but I'm not a brewer; I hope to be. I love cooking, but I'm not a cook; I can do without the stress of a high volume kitchen. There are a lot of decisions before us.
I am actually writing this with a lot of accidental sadness because I feel a little doomed; I am already thinking about heading out into the great question mark with my beautiful little family and having to start over again. This place is comfortable for me, having spent most my life here since I was 12, and all the absolute shit that I've survived here. I am not focused on the better that it can be, but it will always be a kind of mud puddle to the small pond of the greater ocean of possibility. I do love this place, but, more than anything, I need to exist comfortably with my family. Worse case scenario, I know I could get a job in any kitchen or brewery with the teachers I've had here, and I am incredibly grateful for that. This sadness and introspection, this epoch and paradigm inquiry, is also a side product of my turning 40 in less than a month...so, there's that.
What have I done with my life?
I see my first born about twice a year, which is always attached to my mom being in town and forcing it to happen. She just turned 17 and is another example of things in my life that I want to have at least a little influence over, but have none...
...and it's my fault.
It's always my fault.