Why is it when one thing falls apart, everything else seems to fall apart too? In these moments I wonder why I can’t get a small break, get cut a little slack, have a bit of mercy rain down. It just doesn’t work that way for me. When one thing goes, everything does.
In the last two weeks, my lastmanstanding kitchenaid mixer bit the bullet, leaving the bakers with the industrial mixer they can’t stand. The toilet busted. All the dipping sauce cups disappeared requiring the front of the house to use espresso cups in the interim. The rubber foil that seals my barista fridge unhinged. A food vendor knocked out a ceiling light during yesterday’s delivery. In my personal life, I’ve come undone because my relationship ended. I’ve been devastated by this loss, and I’m sad all the time. When I’m not working, I try to reconcile conversations and actions, trying to make sense out of something that doesn’t make any sense at all. If I didn’t have SR forcing me into the land of the living, I would’ve holed up in my apartment drowning in my depression. I’ve been a zombie and not myself at all.
I realize there’s so much to be thankful for, much positive to focus on, and I know I’m very blessed with friends and family, a wonderful staff and generous patrons. I count my blessings. I really do. The business crap is all very minor; everything broken gets repaired; everything missing gets replaced. I hope that happens with my life outside of 62 Carmine. I really do.
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I keep this quote on my fridge at home: “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams” (Eleanor Roosevelt).
cheers to a better tomorrow,