I think I just figured out what my special talent/cutie mark is. AKA:Sudden epiphany of what i wanted to do with my life.

tl;dr at the bottom of the page

Today I was at school, listening to my psyche professor's lecture. I remember thinking, "I'm in my first semester of college, I am barely passing this (apparently) incredibly basic class, there are harder classes ahead, there are 200 students wanting a spot on the RN program and the program only accepts the top 30 students a year" now some clarification. I chose to pursue a career as a registered nurse solely out of logic. I thought to myself "People will always get sick, so I will always have a job. Plus the pay is good". I had worked in a clinic and a hospital before, so I knew what their jobs entailed, and it seemed like something i could LEARN to enjoy doing. So it's not like I always had this aspiration to become a nurse. needless to say, the drive isn't there.

So I kept thinking about the odds of becoming an RN, the changing field, and how I was going to force my self to plow thru 3 years of what I was told was going to be grueling, EXPENSIVE, college courses. I would have to give it my 500% just to make it IN the program, and trying to work as a pharmacy tech while trying to achieve it wasn't going to make it any easier. then out of nowhere, I remembered that I had to make a dessert for my nephew's birthday party. then a sudden, random thought came into my mind "wouldn't it be nice if I could make a living by cooking? I mean, I've always loved cooking, and I make a mean-HOLY S**T I CAN! I CAN make money by cooking! and this community college has a culinary arts program that is MUCH cheaper than the RN program!" I don't know why I had never thought about it before! I had always LOVED cooking ever since I was little, to the point that my mom had to kick me out of the kitchen almost every day because I was always in the way, always wanting to look and see how my mom cooked, and often asking her if I could cook. then when I moved out, and learned how to cook. After that cooking and baking became my favorite pass time, to the point that I was making some type of food, cake, dessert or bread every other day! Come to think about it, the only reason I was not 250 Lbs by the end of the 8 months on my own was probably because I took most of what I cooked over to my 4 younger siblings.

This desire I've always had to cook, along with the the aspiration I've had for a while to have my own business, and I think I should own a restaurant. granted, I am nowhere near skilled enough YET to own a restaurant, but the short time living by myself taught me that I am an extremely fast learner when it comes to cooking. This is the reason why tomorrow, once I finish my classes, I will go down to my community college's councilors office and change my major.

Thank Celestia the only thing I've had to pay out of pocket was about $280 worth of books, so I'm not in massive debt...Yet

tl;dr: I had a sudden epiphany I wanted to open my own restaurant.