It’s pretty tough in a kitchen when you haven’t proven yourself. And at that time I never thought that I would be cooking for a living and typing on a blog. With words and anger a plenty in some kitchens, it can become a fucked up filled environment of negativity. That chapter of my life is over. Yet it still haunts me.
As I was standing in line at the market. I looked back only to see an old foe. One that I had soon not forgotten. One that…when I even think of seeing…I get anxiety and I get cold. One whose energy once made me cringe with an unbearable feeling of woe.
But as I took a second glance to make sure that it wasn’t some kind of mean spirited hallucination, my heart began to beat faster and I walked up…wait wait should I?? With loads of hesitation I took 4 cautious steps to the person and told them that I was happy to see them in good health, gave them two hearty hugs and continued on with my grocery shopping.
It was unexpected…It was unavoidable…actually it was completely avoidable…but it felt really nice to patch up a wounded heart.