baby, you're a firework
Hello, my dear FList! Have you forgotten about me in my... HOLY SHIT, has it really been over a month since I updated my LJ?
For my friends on LiveJournal, I want to apologize. Long story short, real life happened to get in my way and pull that irritating step-left, step-right block on me so I couldn't just walk past it and ignore it. But to be fair, real life has been pretty decent to me lately: I got the highest grade in baking class. Out of everyone.
At the time, when Chef told me the good news all I could do was gape at her and work to say something more coherent than "OHNFFGUHWUHH?" But looking back, I can't help but laugh because I always feel like a sub-par element to the bakery. I'm always asking for help, taking forever with tasks that Chef deems easy-peasy, and failing around like I'm ought to do. She frequently says I'm one of her favorites, but it didn't really hit me until then that I'm good.
And to think, had I never forced myself and stuck it through the bumps in the road when I went back to the VoTech in March, I wouldn't be here, basking in the warm success of a job well done--a success well-earned.
And so comes the main focus of this post.
Dear FList:
Have you (or someone else) ever pushed yourself to do things you didn't initially want to do? How did it turn out? Looking back, are you glad you forced yourself into it? Don't skimp on the details--you know I love talking with you all. (:
Take care! I promise to do my best to not become such a stranger on my own journal, heh.