For about a decade, it seemed I had a trajectory of a slow, stressful spiral to the bottom.
The bottom of what, I don’t know so much.
But it scared me badly to consider what “the bottom” might be for me. Work was too much, my wife left me for someone else and I entirely just felt completely detached from the world. That is until I forced myself to accept an invitation to the cannabis cafe. Jo, a coworker who was just such a sweetheart, had sort of reached out on a couple of occasions. But with my marriage ended and the fact that the two of us worked for the same business, I was hesitant. Then, I got a sweet text and a picture of the most beautiful spot a single could imagine for a cannabis cafe. It was right down the corner from the local cannabis spot. While I had used cannabis products a few times in my early years, I wasn’t what you’d call a recreational marijuana user per se. But there was something so precious about her effort to share a moment of bliss and joy with me. My buddy didn’t have to do that for me, since she knew that I was struggling and might be a drag. So I drove to the cannabis cafe and ended up feeling what smiling was enjoy again. That was such a sunny and beautiful afternoon. It also reminded me how balancing cannabis products can be for my mind and heart. That honestly won’t be the last time I’m at the cannabis cafe or the local cannabis spot for that matter. And I am sure it won’t be the last time I ask that precious buddy to join me.