big plans small plan

I hate that everything has to start with a plan. Don't you wish sometimes things could just fall into place? I guess for anything to happen, some effort must be put in, maybe even the slightest of efforts. I've never really put effort into anything I've done for myself. I did do up a video for my attachment company which I rank highly amongst my very few achievements but even that wasn't for me. I'm not driven. Aimless, clueless, I think I'm slightly looking forward to serving the nation, at least that's a direction. What happens next? If only I knew.

this week, last week

A week ago, on the same day, about this time, I would have woken up to my alarm clocks that never fail to wake me up. Well, I would eventually switch them off and go back to sleep but that's beside the point. I had a job, and I loved it. Cooking was something I always wanted to be able to do. No, I'm not refering to fancy dishes with crazy hand crafted garnish but simply to cook, to provide food that tastes relatively good when they're in your mouth. It was something I took pride in doing. I would be one of the first, if not, the first person to see if customers finish up their food. I'll never fail to smile if they do. It was a responsibility I didn't mind bearing but as if we don't already know, all good things come to an end. The restaurant had to close for its own good. In a cliché, you would say it's balance, part and parcel of the life package but boy I really miss that place.