I'm willing to bet you weren't always like this. I want to know if your game is an art, a practice. Does this happen a lot? At the time, I knew it wasn't. You were the most sincere, the sweetest, the most thoughtful, and the best looking. How quickly the promises we make to strangers fade, like throwing a fistful of water at glass in June. I was honest because I'm always honest. I never seem to learn any of the lesson's that I preach about. I am tried and true and I'm always willing. I walk in to every situation with an open mind.

A good book is always a good book. Rereading a tried and true novel is a rush. I get insight into things I may have missed the first few times around. At the same time, certain aspects of a story never change. I'll always be reminded of why the story made me smile, sob, or think. I could read so many stories over and over again. It's comforting and an assurance, something that will always be there for me.

So, it's been a while since I've done one of these. Business as usual around here, except maybe everything has been a bit crazier. Still, the real reason I've hesitated so long has been because I haven't been able to decide on a song. Reaching into the past for amazing songs (at least to me) is something I'm used to, but I wanted to do something a little more contemporary.

Freedom Within

Introduction

I have spent all of my adult life working in the restaurant industry. I've played my hand in waiting, hosting, bussing, food preparation, and customer service. How many times have you asked yourself, "How hard is that? Honestly?" while dining out? Well, it can be pretty damn hard. Juggling nine tables filled with tyrannical children, assinine inquiries, and idiotic requests is a skill that takes time, finesse, and the ability to let the most irritating obstacles go. There are many things that annoy those of us working in the food industry to the brink of suicide.