Goodbye Dish Crew, Hello Breakfast Prep

Yesterday I made a very quick decision that is going to drastically effect the next 2 months in Yogaland. I decided to leave my crew of dishwashers, 4 other amazing people who in general I worked incredibly well with, in exchange for working one and one (and really mostly on my own) with a chef to get breakfast ready and out every morning. Rather than working 3.5 days a week from 1:30-9 PM, I'll be in the kitchen early 5 days a week, 6-11:30 AM or so.
I liked the dish crew, so why the change? Some of it has to do with what happened yesterday and I feel like I need to change something. I'll be out everyday in time for Yogadance, which means my personal practice won't be hurt by the change. My daily routine, however, will shift. Rather than staying up late and sleeping in, barely getting down to the main building in time for breakfast, I'll be up early, 5:30 to be in the kitchen by 6, which means earlier nights. At the same time, the more interesting part of the shift will be the social side of it.
Dish crew was a very social seva. There were only 5 of us on the crew, but between other volunteers, paid staff, supervisors, and the alternate crew, it was just another social net to navigate. I am good with the outward dealings, working within a system or just a group of people. It is something I've done my whole life. And so now, for the final 2 months of the term, I'm going to see what it's like to be entirely on my own, isolated for 6 hours a day from the other members of the program, just getting my work done and seeing what arises.

On another note, this is the beginning of renunciation March. My roommate with his endless will power is renouncing dairy, gluten, sugar, tobacco and potentially car travel. I'll just be giving up tobacco. The amount we've been smoking (maybe 4 or 5 cigarettes a day) has been a nice reprieve from Yogaland, but all things come to an end. And so this final note is to you, Tobacco:

You've been great. For all the awkward moments you have helped me overcome, for all the momentary trips outside of a hot bar to dance with your white smoke, and all the 5 minute breaks at assorted workplaces that you facilitated, for all the conversations started and post-coital inhalations, you have been a good friend. But your time has come to a close, as with all things. You will not be missed, but neither will you be forgotten.