I'm having a wobble.
This will, I suspect, be this first of many, but it feels like a major one. I've been burned by the intertubes once this year already, so I'm not about to spill all my wobbles into the vast ocean of outpourings that washes around us all, but suffice to say that my day-job and I have reached an agreement whereby it barely tolerates me, and I detest it with a rather surprising degree of passion. Add to that my still-unsold house, my apparent inability to find any other work and a consequent desire to get into bed and stay there, and I suppose it's hardly surprising that I've developed a complete crisis of confidence.
I swing wildly from telling myself that setting up a business based on food is not rocket science, and the fact I don't have a catering qualification simply doesn't matter, and me telling myself off for even thinking that I'm capable of doing this, because I don't have a catering qualification and have never worked in a commercial kitchen. Do I want to risk all that we have only to fall flat on my face and then have to suffer the indignity of telling myself later "I told you that would happen?"
So, I'm wobbling. I'm really not sure this is a good idea.
Perhaps I'll go and make some soup.
