I used to work in a first floor office as a secretary a long time ago.
Each time I went to the loo, I had to ask someone to “relieve” me. The “relief” was always brief as I had to rush back to my desk in case the boss called my name. And he did. Often.
Just below my feet, on the ground floor of my office, was a bakery.
They made fresh croissants each morning and although that memory is still as fresh as their scones, it is the smell of the coffee that I recall called my name. Often.
Today, nearly 20 years later, I am sitting in that very bakery. I am having that very coffee. I can go to the loo whenever I want, for however long I want. Gosh, I don’t even have to tell anyone. Would you believe it? And, I am “WORKING” while all this happens.
The scones are still fresh, the croissants still smell amazingly buttery but today I am different.
And, I am so grateful! Grateful the coffee, grateful for the change of pace, grateful that as I allow my life to CHANGE, so too do I.
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