This is one of those I don’t know what I’m going to journal until I do. This will be one of my last small entries until I try something with a little more spine to it. A short story or a collaboration of some of my memories into something more tangent. I keep putting it off because that means getting my ass off my comfort zone sofa. I type slowly so I may need to get a talk to text app for my computer. My thumbs can only speak so much.

Writing is what I’m being pulled to. Slowly and deliberately. My intuition is the tugger and well I’d rather not be making charcuterie in my 60s.

It’s rewarding

It pays well

It’s not something I’d like to do for 20 years is all. Not unless I can do on a ridge of a mountain or with my feet in the water. Not much hope in my onlyfans account I’m terrible with camera angles.

Deli? Love it. It took almost 10 months for me to say it and mean it but I enjoy it. I’d make a 100 of them if someone bought them from me. Franchise?Sounds like a lot of paper work I’d rather not deal with. I’ve mostly disassociated with paper work as much as possible.

Grazeland would murder in a tourist town. Ski or beach. Not for if I care to write a $15k a month lease check though. Oh yeah and hire a dozen employees *gag face

Graduation has been kind to the deli. Almost everyone that comes in with a new face leaves with the same remark “best sandwich I’ve ever had”

They smile

I beam

Also where else can you grab lunch and watch a guy make a 6 foot board of charcuterie while you wait? You want a class? Free one right there. I’m on day 9 in a row of custom charcuterie orders. Amazingly I feel good and refreshed. Saturday will be a banger of a day I turned off the orders Tuesday. Sitting on about 20 feet of charcuterie and 80 hoagies for some caterings.

I’m extremely grateful. I’m leaving straight from work to put my feet in the lake for a two days.

Glenville lake in the Highlands and Cashiers area is my new reset for water.

My new bff paddle board will be puttering all over. Mountain bike too. I’ll be immersing myself into self proclaimed paradise *cue John Prine

Yeah, this will be the last short one for a bit. Feels right to say that now. Maybe someone else will write for me again.

I’ve been off FB for a bit. I log in to check out marketplace because I’m nosy and I scrolled for about 30 seconds. Long enough to see 100 comment thread about abortion, another about racism and of course Trump soap operas and I logged back out. I knew nothing changed but took a chance.

Maybe I’ll see you in another week. IG you’re real close too.

Got some booths arriving today. No tables yet. Not sure what I’m waiting on for that. Maybe a little inspo but really I just want to see how much room I’ll have with the booths first. It’ll all come together I have zero frets

Life’s beautiful yall

Act accordingly ☮️