Dear Diahree: Today I went on a long, long bicycle ride to blow off some steam and recharge the writing engine. Steam Engine. I was passing by the place which gave me my first job upon moving to Des Moines at about mile 40, and thought that lunch there later would be interesting. After a few more miles, I turned back and headed for the place which gave me my first job upon moving to Des Moines. You know, Dieary, I often have read that when you are spinning your wheels and need to “get your groove back” that it is good to re-visit your roots. This was some great advice. The moment I walked in the door of the place which gave me my first job upon moving to Des Moines that familiar smell smacked me in the nostrils. I was transported back 8 years in a matter of 8 seconds, and nothing had changed except the staff. I kind of wish at least one of the old managers was still around to chat with, maybe have some “remember when I used to drink beer out of the to go cups while on the job” memory moments. Those familiar tastes, smells, sights, sounds…all brought me close to tears. I have forgotten how far I have come in the years since I worked at the place which gave me my first job upon moving to Des Moines and this was my problem all along. I just couldn’t see the starting line through the trials of the race.
Never forget where you come from.
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