Debt

Today was my last day working at the co-op (with the exception of tomorrow, when I’ll be at the farmer’s market), and being such, every interaction I had felt powerful, and more important than any that came before. I felt like I needed to make every word count, to let people know that I loved them, that I’ll miss them, that I appreciate their presence in my life. For example, it’s impossible to tell someone, in three minutes, that their passing comment on their relationship with their mother forever changed my outlook on life. It’s impossible to tell someone how much they mean to you, and even harder when you’re under a deadline to show your appreciation. The words come out stilted, generic, all wrong. Nothing goes as planned.
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