Two-timer.

I am... career-wise, anyway.

I realized this after having a "moment" while at work today. Amidst the pots and pans sizzling and with my mise en place being put in their rightful place for this evening's service, in the back of my mind I was thinking about music (the other pursuit). I found myself GUILTY of cheating on the work that stood before me - the glorious, picture perfect food that had to be impeccably delivered to our guests tonight. Instead, I was daydreaming about giving birth to a three chord song that had snippets of words as lyrics and without a hint of a title just as of yet.

While I had one thing I thoroughly loved and enjoyed, I am thinking of the other. All would be well, if I had loved one craft a little less than the other. But the dilemma is this: I am in love with them both, quite tenderly and wholeheartedly. If these two lines of work were women, I would be deserving of a good slapping from both parties.

Why, mother... can't I have my cake and eat it too?

~to be continued~