Go Chicken Go, Or Don't

Go Chicken Go, or Don't.

Every time someone new comes over to visit my house, the first thing they mention is how they are excited or somehow amazed that I live 3 blocks away from a Go Chicken Go. I am amazed at their comments for a few different reasons- A. I have never been, nor will I ever be, particularly excited about any Go Chicken Go establishment. B. I find it bizarre that such a wide variety of people bother to mention it and C. Even though I live 3 blocks away, I've never bothered trying out the place.

I have never gone to this seemingly exciting venue. I will say it is because it is not somewhere that I had any particular reason to go to. I can make my own thing here, in the comfort of my own home. And the thought of chicken- fast food style, is a turn off. Which brings me to the point of this blog. In the madness of job searching, applications, and networking.. I've never stopped to think---- where do I truly want all this to happen for me?

I have a very tender heart. People may see me, judge me, and say that I try to put on an independent, fend for myself, front. Which is true, in some regards. However, nothing could be further from the truth regarding two aspects of my life A. Cars (I have no interest, talent, or desire to learn anything about the mechanics of cars) and B. My family. The internal struggle I had while I lived in Nebraska and the Czech Republic was a dichotomy. I know my family always supports me in anything that I decide to do. I will always be the free-spirited, fly on the seat of my pants, member of our family. I had a hard time dealing with being away from my Grandpa when he was sick... but I remember my mom telling me-- nobody wants you to stop living your life. Do what you need to do. I have only lived in Kansas City for a little more than a year (well, since I have returned from Nebraska and abroad) and I feel like I am just now starting to find my place here. My family can count on me for trivial matters (house sitting, picking them up, etc.) and there is some kind of beautiful comfort in that. And here I am looking to leave again. Correction.. not looking to leave. Looking to find a position in my career field. At this point in my job search, I will relocate to where ever it is I need to be to get my foot in the door. The realization that I am, and will be for a while, the person in the family that floats-- with no particular place to call "mine"-- hit me this week. I received a phone call on Monday evening, at 5pm, asking if I could be at an interview at 3pm the next day. No big deal, but considering this interview was in Chicago, it kind of was. By 8pm, I had a flight to Chicago secured and my resume in tow. I would love this particular job. I am not getting my hopes up since these interviews, followed by a pang of disappointment, are a theme for my past year. A part of me wonders. Do I want to be in Chicago? (yes!) Do I want to stay here in Kansas City? (yes!)

But the main question should be.. Do I want to do what makes me happy? Figuring that out is another story... one that is still "to be determined".

I wish I would hear back from Chicago Cares. I would be an excellent addition to their team and I would put all my heart into the organization and my position as Service Events Coordinator. I know I am up against so many amazing people. Mostly who are locals to the Chicago area. However, I hold on to the 5% chance that they will call me back. How amazing would that be? But if their call ever comes, do I respond like I do to the Go Chicken Go on the corner? Acknowledge its' presence but not 'go' to it? Or take a leap of faith and dive right into something ordered from somewhere I'm not sure I want to be?

Go Chicken Go, or don't.

I say I will go.

Both to try this infamous restaurant that all my friends rave about... and to where ever it is that offers me a position that utilizes my talents. So yes, I will. Go "chicken" Go.