I signed the lease on Southern on this day back in 2012. This day used to be a big day to me. I always enjoyed telling this little story when I was operating the stores. The day still has significance. It represents my first taste of entrepreneurship, lessons learned and it started a wild 8 year ride for me.

2012- 14 years have passed since that day. I feel like the pendulum has finally swung entirely back from that moment. I can visualize myself riding this giant physical pendulum like Slim Pickens riding that bomb in Dr. Strangelove. At the beginning I’m straddling it like a bull, twirling my cowboy hat in the air, dusty leather chaps whistling in the air. Once it finally returned I was holding on with both hands trembling, eyes wide open, letting out a long hard sigh.

Entrepreneurship man *long sigh

It’s not as significant as it used to be. It always started with “man I’ve come along since I signed that lease”. And I have. It’s weird looking back thinking how young you seemed at 40 years of age.

All the excitement.

Odd I opened Graze the day before.

I also found out I was having a daughter 17 years ago yesterday. The range of memorable emotions are quite jumbled around this time of the year. I’m genuinely curious of what other happenstances have occurred. I don’t follow astrology, I do think it has its significance with our lives I just get lost in the stars sometimes..

This short little season as I have just named it as such grabs my life’s attention. Yesterday I announced my deli’s anniversary and spent the rest of the day somewhat anxious. After my post I could almost sense a small rustle of change coming.

A changing of course, direction, a distant future memory.

I was unusually quiet at work. Deli was dragging for a bit and I sat in my little chair in my office/camping gear storage room and sat still with open eyes and rested. Pondering absolutely nothing just sitting in my chair.

Boston’s We’re Ready sang in my headphones as I typed that out

“And I know that there’s something that’s just out of sight

And I feel like I’m finally seein’ the light”

*crooked smile

Life changes when you begin to notice the patterns and synchronicities. If I had a dollar every time a song lyric lines up at the perfect moment.

If you need more proof Trey Anastasio is telling me at the moment “Everything’s right so just hold tight”

I’m not a Phish head but I like this song. It resonates for all the good reasons. I sat with a sunrise in folly beach the first time I heard this song on a cold fall morning. That was my introduction.

It was amazing

My life’s changing soon. I feel it. That’s why I’m getting anxious with anticipation. I don’t have a clue as to what it may be.

I just feel it. The trail markers are facing the eastern sunrise. Sun be a shinin’ right on em.

We’re ready (me, myself and I)

I write first thing when I get up these days. It’s my way of disassociating with social media. I’m pushing some distractions away to clear my path for what’s to come.

No announcements and I don’t know if there will be. Not sure why I just wrote that.

I need my ears and eyes open. I’m being encouraged. Even movies and tv shows no longer hold my attention these days. They are becoming a part of the past.

Does anyone actually read these?

I’ve been journaling for three years now. Thousands and thousands of words typed on this little phone.

Expressing

Ranting

Healing

I used to think it was the meditating that was healing my mind from depression and it did/does

But

Journaling is the pill. 💊

The prescription I needed. All it took was my daughter buying me a notebook to write my recipes and over a hundred thousand words later here we are. That’s what started my journaling, my love for writing.

You could stretch a synchronicity line like a piece of elastic fabric here.

You find out you’re having a daughter in this mini era that will change your perspective on life forever

You open up a business that significantly changes the trajectory of your life

That beautiful little surprise from 17 years ago decides to buy you a notebook with her own money for you to write in.

You open another business in this small window

That little notebook purchase inspires you to start writing.

The years of journaling heals your mind after years of destructive mental health.

You sit on the sofa while all of this syncs. *tear rolls down cheek. Equation would read

Daughter’s gift = healing my soul

Lily whenever you read these- thank you kiddo. * multiple tears.

Want to add in the light that came on in my head I wrote about last week? Came on 5 years ago. Right around this time.

Literally just wrote about it.

Life’s wild when you loosen the control and distractions.

All I did was ride the pendulum.