For a full decade I seemed to be on a trajectory of a slow, stressful spiral to the bottom.
The bottom of what, I don’t know so much.
But it terrified myself and others something fierce to consider what that bottom was. The job was too stressful, and my wife left myself and others for someone else. So I honestly just felt completely detached. That is until I forced myself to accept an invitation to the cannabis cafe. Pat, a coworker who was just such a nice person. Pat had reached out to me on a couple of occasions. But with my marriage ending and the fact that both of us worked for the same company, I was hesitant. Then, Pat texted me a picture of the most attractive spot 1 could imagine to put in a cannabis cafe. It was right around the corner from the local cannabis spot. While I had used cannabis products many times in my life, I wasn’t what you’d call a recreational marijuana user per se. But there was something so dear about Pat’s effort to share a moment of bliss and delight with me. Pat didn’t have to do that since she knew that I was struggling and might be a drag. So I met Pat at the cannabis cafe and ended up feeling what smiling was love again. That was such a charming date. It also reminded myself and others how balancing cannabis products can be for both my head and heart. That entirely won’t be the last time I’m at the new cannabis cafe or the local cannabis spot for that matter. And it entirely won’t be the last time I ask Pat to join myself and others this time.