It’s 2am and coffee’s brewing. I slept for a bit and woke up. My dad’s asleep and I’m happy to be writing.
Things are changing at the shop, which means they’re changing for my dad and me, and that means they’re changing for others as well. There’s a sense of progress, but also of waiting for the right moment. Everything’s connected.
Blocks and obstacles that I thought would always be there, or at least seemed almost insurmountable, have collapsed and dissolved. Some memories bring with them sharp emotional pain within the heart. Loving yourself and others can be difficult, but I believe it’s what we’re meant to do.