Whats Real?

I know I dont get on here and post things very often, notice that the post before this was in April. The reason behind this would be that I have no idea what to write about. Compared to other peoples crazy days, my day seems insignificant, so why write about it? So my life is boring. There are so many things wrong with what I have just said though, and it took me someone to tell me that I dont have a real life to make me think about this.

First, What is real life? Who is the judge of what is considered real or not. Isnt life something that is full of personal experiences. It is individual and personal, what you do, what you learn, how you have felt. No one can relate to you exactly. Think of it this way, when you experience something no one knows what you have experienced. If they had it would have to be the exact same experience, at the exact same time, with the exact same circumstances effecting you outside of this experience. And to learn the same thing, you would have to think the exact same. My point is, that never happens. I dont know if I heard this in institute or church but I thought it was really good and applys to how I have felt lately. If you were to go into a store and put all of your problems on a shelf and get rid of them, keeping in mind that when you left you had to pick up someone else problems. You would walk around the store and go back to your own problems pick them up and walk out.

Another thing that I find wrong with my statement of my life is boring and nothing happens is that it is not boring. I have heard a lot of people say that their life is boring so I know that I am not the only one in thinking like this, but it is so wrong. Put all those days together and think about the month or the year or your entire life and you will see your life is not boring at all. For example today I woke up at five in the morning, went to class to make bread. Now that I am home I am on the computer. But if you look at my entire week, On my second day of bake shop never having made bread before made 1500 rolls, rolling them out by hand, for a very important catering event which happened to be the scholarship ball at uvu. That helps earn money for the school so people can have scholarships and pay for school. The rolls were eaten by people who paid $180 a plate. The next day setting up the tables for the event and seeing how an ugly basement of an event center can turn into a beautiful display of tables decorated with fall flowers. Then the next day having stayed up till 2 in the morning because we served the 600 people bussed all the tables, cleaned all the dishes, making sure everything was on time and perfect and keeping clean enough to be presented to the people. I learned how to make baguettes, and why they rise and why it is important for bread to ferment. What steam does to bread, how to make sourdough bread, what salts purpose is in bread. I cheered up a friend who has been wanting to leave school and not been able to get over her boyfriend. I have made a new best friend. Met new people, been invited to things, played with my niece. I read a scripture that has seriously changed my life, and my friends. It has helped me to get out of this silent depression that I didnt tell others about that I have been in for almost a year now. Learned some really awesome stories about my ansestors.

Its all about perspective as well if you look at the basics or things in general yes they are boring, but what you learn from it, or details you fail to mention. That is what makes life exciting. So it is important to not forget all of that.

In conclusion, I have a real life. I have been through school. I have been hurt and lost my best friends that I have for years for doing nothing to them. I have dated, kissed and learned a lot about different boys. (No I am not going to put a number, I know you are curious.) I have been hurt used, and used again. I have turned into my own self instead of someone who could be pushed around or out of the way. I have moved out of the house at 18, THE YOUNGEST TO MOVE OUT IN MY FAMILY. I have lived on my own. I know what its like to live off of nothing but 5 dollars for three months because I was stupid and didnt balance my check book. Living of of nothing but Ramen noodles for a month is not fun at all. I know what it right and wrong, I have been hurt more from best friends and family then anyone, but from this I know how to deal with problems. I moved to Park City and went into a professional kitchen knowing nothing about food. I have been yelled at until crying and cutting tomatos. I have stood up for my beliefs when people were taking bets for when they could get me in bed or to have a drink or smoke. I am in debt, so I made a sacrifice of moving home and working during a very time consuming program at school so I can pay back that debt. For anyone who thinks I moved at home to use my parents money, no I know that its important to save money and get out of debt. I am grateful for Parents who love me enough to help me. For family who is there to help me and listen to me when I am having hard times. I am so happy that I have nieces and nephews to bring instant happiness in my life. They help remind me what its like to be a kid. I have learned about gaining a testimony, I have felt what its like to be in a very dark place and fill like no one is around to help. I have been a serious Car accident where it could have been a million times worse then it was, where if things went slightly different I could have died instead of just getting shock and a tiny bruise.

Our lives are our personal guides to grow and develop into what we need to be. They are special and valuable and we shouldnt think any differently of it. If its us who is thinking it, or others who tell us their opinions, we should never get discouraged. We are here for a reason, a purpose that only we can accomplish it as well as it needs to be.

I love my family so much. I love that I am here at this time and experiencing my life the way I am, because I am learning so much from it. Life doesnt start when you are a grown up, it doesnt start when you are 21, or married, or have your first kid. Yes its different from that in the past, but it starts from the beginning. Thats what Real is.

Deer Valley

I can't believe that my Deer Valley experience is nearing a close already. At the end of December I remember I was so scared about this whole thing, I didn't want to go through with it. I only thought of it as being an good way to grow my cooking experience. Who would have thought that I would love it and never want to leave. The start was horrible. My first day I was completely turned around and didn't pay attention to who anyone was. Walking onto the line, I met Kent first, he scared me. I met Pia next she helped me with my neckerchief and hat, she hardly spoke English. O'Neil hardly talked to me, he would come over and correct me when I was doing something wrong, so I thought we was stuck up and going to be rude the entire season. A few days later on Christmas eve, I totalled my car. Lets just say I thought these were all signs that I shouldn't be there. As the season progressed, I came to love it. Kent was really nice and taught me a lot about cooking, (how to use a knife, different kinds of herbs, what the five mother sauces are.) I ended up trying a lot of stuff that I had never had before. Pia and I became best friends. We would do all of our jobs together. She introduced me to most of the kitchen that also became my friends. Hector, Blanca, Carmen, Ravel, David, Angela, Joey, Clair, Marco, Marcio, Kris, Florencia, Gabriel, Kali, Chris, Teressa, and Martin.

I did a lot of growing up in this season as well. I am not so naive to the things that happen around me. I am afraid it was impossible to stay so naive in the area I was in. I consider this a good thing though. My room mate and friends at Rivers Edge, taught me about drugs, drinking and smoking. (I never did any of it) And being in the kitchen I heard a lot of things that I was sheltered from before.

Being a Mormon I was also asked a lot of questions. Most of the people that I was surrounded by had never heard anything about Mormons. The good thing is that a lot of people came to respect me for being able to follow my standards.

Another way I grew up was being able to go on my first trip with just friends. Pia, Hector, Florencia, and Blanca asked me to go to Vegas with them for a Weekend. It was a lot of fun. I didn't do anything bad either, just went and saw amazing shows and walked through the different style of casinos. I even braved going on the ride on the stratosphere.

Now that it is all coming to a close I am sad. Most of my friends are gone from the kitchen. I don't know what my boss thinks of me as a cook. All he says is that I am getting faster and I need to work on my speed, and that I am the best potato frier ever. I am the potato queen.

I know that I am going to miss my special family. Kent who was the dad of the group. O'Neil, the brother, who would always tease the boys flirting with Pia and I. he would say that he had to approve of every boy that could date me. He turned out to be the nicest and smartest guy I know. Then Pia my twin. I miss singing into the tongs with her. We both liked the same kind of movies and music. I just miss her.

Overall I think this was a great experience. Never before have I had a job where I didn't ever, not even for one day not want to go. I loved going and was glad to wake up every morning at 6:20 to head up to work, where I wouldn't return to the cabin till 6pm. I am going to miss it all so much.