Today is a bittersweet day. It is Father’s Day. And while I am so very grateful to have a living father, he is in a different country, and I can’t do much other than make a phone-call. With no celebration to have, I decided to make my day a productive one and work on my She Recovers Designation. I like working from bistros and coffeeshops, so I took myself to one of my favorite places to eat and work. I silently congratulated myself as I walked past the bar to a small table. There is always a little spark of pride when I walk past the wooden stools that speak of obliterated hours and large alcohol tabs. I have to admit I feel a little thrill when I realize it wasn’t that long ago that I sat
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.