About three years ago I entered into the exciting world of catering. Not for the money, not for the prestige. Just another outlet for my interests. OK The money didn't hurt. Then, about a year and a half ago I got the great idea to vend roadside. It looks good on paper. The money's there. I cook nonstop. I am the local BBQ guy as seen by the locals.
Between a full time job, catering, and vending, I was booked solid. No time to do anything else but cook. Soon, cooking became drudgery. I had to pry my butt off of the couch and "do the deed", so to speak.
It never really hit home until I was coaxed (read: coerced) into taking a weekend off at the lake cabin by my wife. Needless to say, I didn't want to go back to the real world of a working man and business owner. But, that's not what hit home. It was looking at the photos of me and my family. We spent quality time together. We did it while we were cooking. The cooking was enjoyable again.
It was then I realized I was cooking myself out of a lot of memories. Ones that I want back badly.
Yeah, money isn't everything if you have to sell your soul to get it. Just goes to prove that there can be too much of a good thing.
So, the trailer sits idle. The smokers go only for small catering gigs and family meals. People ask "What Happened?
I realized God gave me a gift. Not to make money, but to make my life a memorable one.