a time to process

It takes a belly full of guts to dive into something wholeheartedly without knowing where it’ll lead you.

I guess that’s where I’m at these days.
When I walk to work — feeling a little tired and not wanting to put on my smiling face for the paying public. That’s when I start pulling myself into that scary place.

Nothing would get done if people didn’t risk — but I go back and forth as to how to even start that great risk.

It attaches you to a place.
It will quite possibly…run you into the ground.

Would a food cart even allow for me to make a living? Would it matter as long as I am doing what I love? You are your own boss, but the idea in itself is pretty scary. How far are you willing to go?

And while I’m blabbering on about the things I’m scared about that have yet to happen, the process is helpful. I don’t want to fall into something I will regret but then again, I think about the brevity of life and how awesome this chapter could be (and already is).

But these are the worries of all businesses. What if I just don’t make any more money? What if I fail?

“What ifs” fill my thoughts to the brim. Who will I let down if I decide not to open a food cart?
I don’t know what it’s like to cook for a living. Will I go insane? [Mostly..joking..] Will I turn into a huge piece of crap? 

I mean, I’ve spent the past two years cooking for me and my wife. Some things I cook are really good — other things I’ve learned what not to do. All is valuable when talking about cooking at home. But does it matter that I don’t have experience in the field?

Maybe a little — but you do something long enough and good enough, you might just turn out alright.

So, for the time being, I will be processing what it would mean for me and my wife to own a food cart in Portland. We will journey through what ups and downs we’ll have to face and if it would work for where we want to be.

Deep down in this belly, I want to feed people. And though getting there may take a while, my intentions are real and full of those necessary trials and errors.

Thanks for stickin’ with me…it means a whole lot.

Dreamin’ and cookin’,

Josh

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