Omg. I just got offered my dream job. This is huge. I've sacrificed a lot to be here. People told me I'd fail. I almost got fired twice, and now, as of today, I am a kitchen supervisor.
I want to thank myself, my ancestors, my angels, my best friend, and all the people who shytted on me my whole life.
I couldn't have achieved this without my ancestors answering my prayers. I cried. I bled. I wanted to quit. I was broken. I was broke. I built myself up. I saved money. I humbled myself. I asked for help and I was receptive to help.
I gave up sex, soccer, wealth, my ego, my girls, my family, my sanity, and my pride.
Before I started pursuing this goal I was a captain on two of the best teams in two of the best clubs on the west coast. I was a successful business owner. I was living the sporty life.
People told me I was crazy for giving it up to make minimum wage and work with food. Well, they were wrong. Again, my passion and determination have elevated me to the level I wanted to be on.
I will be the youngest and the only black male chef with a Michelin Star. That's always been my goal. I'm one step closer to being there.
When I first started I was a decent home cook. Few years later I can cook and prep over 60 recipes. I can run a kitchen from open to close.
People compared me to drx. X could never be me because I set lofty goals and accomplish them. I do not complain about how hard the road I chose to walk is. I do not blame people for me coming up short. I have no god given talents. I work hard everyday for every skill I have.
I am highly motivated not highly talented. That's the difference. I make practical plans for my lofty goals and I do not stop until I achieve that goal. I believe in myself and the history of African people. Anything my ancestors did I can do.
I'm so happy. Dreams do come true.
Lol I started my life as a fukking orphan. Look at me now!