I run a cafe for a friend and the number of stories that come from it are staggering. I need somewhere to record them and for others to read them, before deciding how I can turn them into a book.
This weekend, I was on my third shift, and the hardest. I knew it was going to be hard, purely based on who was sharing my shift and the number of bookings we had. I was grateful to work though - we had a high tea party in that I had booked and was looking forward to seeing and arranging.
But. It’s a Saturday. Saturdays are always slightly mental. Especially when teamed up with our wonderful but very scattered Nell. She’s a great woman with a tiny, shrewish face and figure, and a way of li
Well loss like that is hard to ever let it go. It stays with you, and I am sorry you have gone through this.
In my experience it helps me to type it up even if no one reads it. I have an ongoing word file on my laptop just called “life”. It has pretty much all my memories good or bad. Which I keep adding to. Just my way of dealing with trauma and grief. Even if it’s just to listen or read your messages we are here, just a message away.
Start strong, keep stepping forward enjoying the everyday accomplishments, take a breather, greet the morning sun, thank the gentle moon and lastly take the next step forward after each breather.