I have so much left to say to you
As I came here today, to my place of peace, my place of writing, I looked at the date of my last draft. The date of the last time I was to write. There was a draft. A draft I hadn't posted. A draft dated 12/30/2019. As I look at that date now, and I reflect back on what happened that day a year ago and why I didn't finish the post, so many things go through my head. The post I was writing was about a catering event I had done. I remember the event so clearly, the meals I made, the beauty I created on the plate, but at the same time as I was catering, I was conflicted at the same time, because I knew my best friend was in that hospital bed fighting for her life. Still I endured and I put on a happy face. I didn't show my pain. That's something that I am very good at. I seem to bottle up a lot of my feelings and brush it under until one day the emotions come pouring out at once. I know, that is probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it's something t...