So, we are in the process of opening a restaurant. It is as
terrifying and exhilarating as you might imagine. Being by nature an optimistic
yet incredibly nervous human (if worrying were an Olympic sport I would totally
win a gold medal) no one is more surprised than myself that I am not worried.
Probably this is because I’m simply too dumb to realize how hard this will all
be. Instead, I prefer to think of it as having such faith in my husband and his mad
cooking skillz that I know it will work. That certainty is saving me from doubt. We might not be prosperous, but we
will serve food we love, employ a few people, and I’ll finally be able to buy Prosecco
at wholesale. Hopefully with goals as lofty as those we cannot help but be
successful!
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