One day you wake up in a panic. Truthfully you went to sleep in a panic, an emotional basket case, with a lead weight on your heart and on your shoulders. And you know that you can’t keep going on this way. You can’t remember the last time you didn’t wake up at 3 AM startled and stressed and exhausted. You can’t remember the last time you enjoyed a Sunday afternoon without being distracted by and depressed about the looming Monday.
And so you wake up and you don’t know what to do. You are in a self-imposed limbo. You can’t bear to do anything. You are completely paralyzed in your kitchen. And you wonder if this is close to rock bottom. You do know you have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, but it’s so hard. You slowly make your way through your morning routine. And along the way you realize this is it, you just can’t do it anymore. And at some point before noon you’ve quit your job. You’re in a state of disbelief.
You have plenty of time to adjust to your new reality. But what an adjustment it is. There are the nitty gritty details of it (good bye one paycheck for the time being…) There are the big picture details (what do you really want to do with your life?) But through it all, the one thing you don’t feel is stressed. Not like before. Anxious? Excited? Yes. Stressed? Nope. It’s glorious.
And that is how you find yourself at Paradise Bakery at 8:47 AM on a Wednesday morning.