There's a part in Eat, Pray, Love where Elizabeth Gilbert is sitting on the floor of her apartment in Rome in pure unadulterated joy, savoring every moment of eating fresh asparagus, sitting in a sunbeam, reading an Italian newspaper. That is, until her "guilt alarm" goes off, and she hears the voice of her ex-husband in her ear, "So this is what you gave up everything for? This is why you gutted our entire life? For a few stalks of asparagus and an Italian newspaper?"
This is how I feel this morning, soaking in every sound and smell and taste at Pizzaolo.... The conversation with a sous chef boiling freshly caught crab. The crunch of my acme toast covered in blueberry jam. The crooning voice of Louis Armstrong playing overhead as I check my email.
"Is this what I gave up a stable job for, to enter the world of a thousand unknowns to start my own business? For some toast and to work from a cafe?"
My answer is the same as Elizabeth Gilbert's: a big, fat, YES.