I’m at the original Sanders cafe. Home of Kentucky Fried Chicken, the Colonel the legend. Just a yankee girl in yoga pants.
It’s a quiet cafe, lunch on a Friday, the local construction men are eating, not talking much, a stare and a polite nod of the head, as I get my unsweetened ice tea. Southern men really do have such a grace about them.
As I sit, eating which undoubtedly is great fried chicken, I’m reminded of my love of the south. I almost just kept on driving straight through to Louisiana, I longed for quiet in a small town, a plantation, some hanging moss, and a Day lying in the grass at Jackson Square….or Charleston…next on my bucket list.
Somewhere slow where peoples words sounded like song.
I has was struggling with a situation, the details don’t matter…yet. Maybe I’ll get more specific later in my writings in life. It could be a book. What you need to know is that I didn’t know what to do, and I was about to give up. There was absolutely no one I could discuss it with, without being washed in a bucket of shame. (Brene Brown…is a good writer to check out on this subject).
I had to handle this one…
Alone…without input or advice, no counsel, no help…just me and me…
And the only advice that came to mind was that of the fantastic JK Rowling, a fellow writer like me…with big ideas and a head full of story
I was set free because my greatest fear had been realized, and I still had a daughter who I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.-JK Rowling
So I ate my chicken, and read the Colonels quote and realized…
I was going to have to do this…the hard way, that was important to me…not to give up, and take the easy road, but double down once more, get off the floor of my own shame and self pity, and Rise…once more …at 5 AM…and go to bed late and continue the ascent, with grit and hard work and a doggedly belief in myself and A power greater then myself.
If I put in the effort, he would carry me the rest of the way