I feel so incredibly fortunate today.
I love my job. I love my restaurant. I love the weather this morning. I love the new music playing. I am about as happy as I can remember.
Strange that I had to force myself to type these words today. Why would I find it difficult to say that I am doing well and enjoying life as I am?
Let me speak from my experience.
I am coming out of a dark tunnel that has lasted maybe the last 8 years or so. Some might call it midlife crisis. Others would just simply label it depression. Whatever term you give it, I was not well. Sure, I could still function, but it takes days like today to remind myself of what should be normal.
I’m no psychologist, so I don’t write out of extensive education, but only out of my reflections. My point here is not to try and solve anyone’s problem but my own. If you find some solace here, so be it. We all have a unique journey.
I became depressed because I lost hope. I believed my best days were over. I thought I had peaked professionally at age 35. I really believed there was nothing left for me. That’s when the sun began to set, and the night began to fall.
Hope is essential to our well being. Hope is why we become willing to take a risk. We are looking for a better future.
Hope is why people turn to gambling. Ever feel tempted to buy a lottery ticket when it reaches $300 million? You never know what that next card, or handle pull or roll of the dice might bring. You wouldn’t do it if you didn’t have hope. Your judgment may be lost, but not your hope.
Once I got hope back again, everything started to change. And bread&cup was the thing to do it.
The idea is 14 years old. Little did I know that what started as a pipe dream would eventually become my deliverance.