24th July

The 24th of each month, since January 24th, is a very difficult anniversary for me. I'm learning to treat myself with extra love on that day, each month as it rolls by, each month one more that takes me away from a traumatic event and into my uncertain future. I am going through hell, so I'm trying to keep going.
This is a buttermilk biscuit with balsamic strawberry jam at Morsel and Bean, one of many new places that have sprung up among the condos of Ballard. A young crowd hangs out here, which I find cheering. Lots of hope, joy, energy. I come here to have some rub off on me. I am usually a happy and courageous woman. However, right now, I'm neither.
One day at a time.