It’s true, I feel compelled to quote a Kenny Rogers song.
“You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.”
Honestly, I am a music junkie, and I don’t quote my songs lightly. But Kenny kind of sums it up perfectly, doesn’t he?
I have four honest, intense passions in my life. They are, in no real order, because they all rank first: Mr. Restaurant Gal, Restaurant Gal Daughter, Restaurant Gal Son, writing.
I also love the restaurant business. I love the uncertainty that challenges me to think on my feet. I love the certainty that every day is different. I love the perfect microcosm of life that unfolds before me every day. I love that I found a career I actually thrive in, one that makes me want to wake up every single morning and go to work and wonder at it all.
Not many people experience any of these things, even once in their lifetimes.
Thus, I count my blessings, in so many ways, every day.
I stumbled into a setting beyond my realm, my ken, and somehow managed to beat the odds and navigate it, succeed in it, and learn from it. I will never forget it.
I wish nothing but success for Chef, as I say goodbye to him.
I will, with karma, luck, and a decent resume, stay in the thick of this business that permeates with an energy I crave.
Thus, I’m only folding my hand; I’m still very much in the game.
Because I am, and always will be, Restaurant Gal.