Self-realization

So I applied for a different job on campus, as an academic advisor/ peer advising counselor, and I called in the other day to see where they were in the process.  They said if I hadn't heard from them yet, then unfortunately, I wasn't getting the job.  It's pretty depressing, I'm not gonna lie.  I would have been great at the job.  I love doing student services work.  My job now was really just something to pay the bills, maybe get my foot in the door somewhere.  I do love my job, well, the people that I deal with (students) and (most of) the people that I work with.  My position, however, is mostly clerical.  Basically, my professional position title, would be "Paper Pusher".  I know I am destined for more, and that is what is making my job a little less desireable to me.  It isn't really keeping me happy, and to me, that is a big big problem.  To my parents' dismay, I told them that I want to find something that I want to do, not something I have to do to survive.  My dad, I think understands me.  But my mom, she's just worried about me being good financially. I understand the deeper meaning, she doesn't want me to struggle like she  and my dad did when they were young, but I am okay with working hard, especially if it's what I love doing.  One thing that I really do love doing these days, is cooking.  Culinary arts.  I watch FoodTV all of the time, and my favorite show is Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.  If I were ever to own a restaurant, it would be a diner.  I like talking to people, the connection that food makes with people.  I want to be like the bartender, the one who talks to people, hears them out, and even shells out advice.  When I'm bored, I cook.  It's fun to me, and I think I can dedicate myself enough to gain the skills to go somewhere in the industry.  I think I may become a substitute teacher in the Fall and then work at REI or a restaurant a few nights a week.  It'd be more work than where I'm at now, but I really feel like I want to pursue this.  This is my life, and I want to be able to choose my journey, difficult or not.  

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost