This post is part of my monthly contribution over at The Gift of Writing, a site by Claire De Boer. It’s an absolute privilege to be part of the TGOW community and I thank Claire for the opportunity. Read the full article here.
Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on. — Louis L’Amour
Two years ago, my chest was continually throbbing, as though my heart was beating outside of my chest. The weight of stress and anxiety controlled every aspect of my life.
I was in one of the deepest and darkest moments I have yet to experience.
My wife and I owned a small business. It was a cute boutique nestled in the heart of our uptown area. It was a space where you would often hear music in the park, the sounds of visitors attending an art festival and all the excitement a historical uptown area brings.
Owning a small business was something I’d always been interested in and having a women’s boutique that my wife could call her own was a dream come true for her.
We loved every aspect of what it took to run and operate a retail storefront. The hustle, late nights, early mornings, long buying trips, tedious tasks, mundane to-do lists. The whole gamut from A to Z was something we both thrived on.
We poured blood, sweat and tears into this store. She made it her own; we made it our child. It was our pride and joy.
Then in the summer of 2012, everything changed.
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