I used to think I wanted to be a professional musician. I wanted to get a record deal and make CDs and go on tour. But I fell out of love with that idea when guitar stopped being my crutch.
I used to want to be a music journalist. I wanted to go to gigs every day and interview bands and write for a really cool music magazine. But I fell out of love with that idea when I realised how unethical the journalism industry is.
I used to want to be a missionary. I wanted to travel to far off lands and do the work of God by simply being in a place. But I fell out of love with that idea when I realised how much I enjoy working in a secular environment.
I used to want to be a writer. I wanted to spend my days at a desk, writing about numerous topics that interested me. But I fell out of love with that idea when I discovered how lonely it made me feel.
For the longest time I’ve wanted to open my own cafe. To have my own business, to feed people yummy home made food, to give a large part of the profit to charities and organisations who need it more than me, to let my space be a second home for teens and students, somewhere that families can eat healthily and cheaply, somewhere that little ones can run around and be totally safe, somewhere that people can drink really good coffee or sip tea on a rainy day… This is no longer a dream, this is becoming a reality. On Monday I start a college course in professional cookery and I want to use the skills I gain to help others, to benefit the communities that I’m a part of.
I graduated university with a degree in journalism, film and media and had no use for it whatsoever. I knew I wanted to do something creative, that I didn’t want to have a normal job, and working for a corporation for ten months made me realise I want to do something that involves caring for people, whether that means employees or customers, I want to ensure people are at the forefront of what I do. I have had negative experiences in work of employers giving the impression of caring about their employees but, in reality, only really caring about the business and the money they make. If my business is my home, if it is family run, it will be far more than a business.
I’m dreaming big here; I’m planning for something that I don’t think will come into existence for at least 10 or so years because there are so many other things I want to do before I settle in one place, but I know it’s what I want. It’s my dream and it will become a reality. I am ready to work hard, to have sleepless nights, to involve as many people as possible to ensure it’s a success, to gain all the experience I can. I have a passion for independent business, for really good food, for that feeling of home away from home, for the sheer need of a cafe that represents the true meaning of hospitality when so many just want you in and out the door as soon as you’ve finished eating.
But right now I start college in three days and I’m so nervous I could vomit. Who wouldn’t be on day one of the beginning of working towards fulfilling a dream?