Where will life take us? Or is the question where will we take our life?
It’s a question I have been pondering as of late. You see, one of my long time dreams was to open a cafe; not just any cafe, but a cafe with healthy choices and welcoming homey vibe.
I worked as hard at it as humanly possible, and used every cent I had. I loved being there and loved our regular customers. I met wonderful people from all walks of life.
As much as folks and patrons loved it, and spoke of our delicious food; it couldn’t sustain itself. The Community could not support it, and we were not on a road traveled by tourists, nothing in town to pull them off the main road and into our quaint village.(well, that will be another post, another time)
Grateful, for having the chance to try my wings and live that dream; to try, to step out in faith.
I am left with the question, what now? This question weighs heavy. Surely, I am not alone in questioning life’s path.
What is my plan B? Or C-Z for that matter? Is this a mid-life crisis, e-gad! Surely not. 50(ish) is the new twenty,right?
Everyone I meet now is at least ten years younger than me. I feel like Rip van Winkle with breasts!
Now to find where I left that path of mine…or should I let it find me?