Posted by admin on Jan 11, 2016
“Are we ready?” the facilitator asked with a little frustration in her voice. She was behind and had a lot to get through, and the crowd kept talking.
“Yes,” the group answered.
“Pens poised ready to write?” the facilitator asked again insisting that we press forward.
Yes, the pen is ready to go. A tinge anxiety just settled in my throat. I looked around for the toilet sign but couldn’t see one nearby. Let’s start please and get this over and done with, I thought with my frustration increasing.
“Can we write with our opposite hand as it’s more spontaneous like a child?” a woman, doing way too many personal development workshops asked.
“No,” the facilitator said. I had a suspicion she was choosing her words carefully. “You have to write quick as I will fire the questions at you and there won’t be much time.”
Dah. Now let’s get on with it. Rolling my eyes I kept begging that this part of the workshop would end.
“Ok everyone, let’s start as we have a lot to get through in this workshop. First question: name three favourite smells?”
Chocolate, cooking smell in the home, smell of books. I wrote frantically. Smell of books where in the pippies did that one come from?
“Name three favourite activities?” The facilitator fired the second question.
Cooking, making up recipes and writing. My pen was writing as if it had a mind of its own. No stopping.
“Name three things that make you happy?”
Watching my recipes come to life, people loving my cooking and finishing a story I am writing. By this stage my writing was intelligible.
“Now look at your answers and look at what you have come up with mostly,” the facilitator said.
I looked at mine and saw three themes that were consistent throughout all my answers.
Cooking, food, and writing.
“They are your passions,” the facilitator said. “They are things that you should be thinking about and exploring as your passions or change of career.”
Cooking, food and writing.
I couldn’t believe it. There was nothing about social work or even with people. Hey relax I am not that crazy woman with the child hood writing hand. I know life is more real and that you don’t make decisions based on a forty minute workshop and a three question, answer- quickly questionnaire. But I started to think seriously about a change of career and the possibility of food and my other love writing. I had a writing project already underway. But I had no idea as to how I was going to pursue cooking. Where would I even start?
I left the workshop feeling excited but unsure about the future.