Reborn

As i clunked down the subway stairs the rain was swept up and sprayed my exposed flesh to remind me i wasn't dreaming. I got clear of the subway overpass to embrace the spring shower with open arms and an upward smile, i felt reborn, i felt alive again. Chipper despite a long hot day on the line, happy and unable to process the fact that everything i said i would do, i did. "Passion is contagious" something my favorite chef in culinary school used to tell me when he noticed i had been downtrodden by the businesses dark side, the repetitiveness can be maddening if you let it consume you during moments of weakness. The best of us are able to pull passion from others in these situations and grind the day out with hopes of tomorrow being a little better on the bottoms of your feet. Its hard to describe the looks exchanged in the belly of the beast when the shits hitting the fan, its a controlled panic, a desperation to find a way out of the mess you've allowed yourself to be buried under. theres comfort in those moments, its where the love that goes into food comes from. I love that about being a chef, digging something out of your soul you never knew was there, going that little extra step that takes another 20 seconds for the diner, making food art.