I am an impatient Sort

This whole process of learning to cook, learning about food is ceaseless. Just when you master a skill, or feel at least competent, then the door to something else is opened. This trip can only be truly measured by looking back at what I've done. Where I started, and where I am. Am I content? No. Do I regret, or believe I have let myself down? No. I am anxious. Anxious to know everything I can, yet become frustrated when I do something that doesn't involve moving forward. Watching a movie, playing a video game, taking a nap. Knowing there is so much ahead fills me with anticipation and guilt when I am not fully applied to food. This is also what keeps me going. There is more. There is no room to be lazy, or content. I am not competent enough, yet. There are more challenges. There will always be challenges. I am still impatient. I am still not content, yet I am still so damn excited. I think I really do enjoy knowing that food will always be a slightly elusive mistress. I will never get bored with it. I will becom more familiar yet there will still be surprises.
This is why, I think, I've chosen the fine dining route. There is always a higher standard that one can hold themselves to. The product can always be a step closer to perfection. Things can always be more consistent. Of course, I expect, this will temper with experience. Once I'm done trying and testing myself I will settle in. I will find my particular voice within food. Maybe a pub. Maybe a tiny bistro, or a B&B. Maybe it'll be some shrimp shack in the Keys. That's the beauty of it all. It still hasn't played out. The food still hasn't given up all it's secrets, and what I can do with the knowledge is still unfolding.