Change is a wonderful thing. A scary, fearsome wonderful thing.
There arrives a feeling of almost elation when a major change is undertaken and completed. The reasons for this, I imagine, are complicated but it is as if the mixture of necessity and anxiety and eventual execution make for this happy happy relieved elation at the end.
At least that’s the way I see it. Sometimes.
And I may or may not be talking about our small refurbishment upstairs but, for convenience sake, let’s assume I am.
We used to have a bar upstairs. It served a purpose even though it felt awkward and clunky and mostly in the way of more beautiful things. We had grown accustomed to it. You could say we even felt an affection for it but looked at in a cold analytic light it became clear we didn’t need it. In fact, it was holding us back.
So the decision was made to free ourselves of this white elephant and move into open spaces filled with possibility and potential.
It took a bit of work. Nothing good ever comes without effort but at the end of the day it was gone and we were free.
Yes, I’m still talking about the bar. Mostly.
You should come visit us to bask in our new freedom, to stand shoulder to shoulder with us as we look over the newness in our lives and consider the possibilities. Yes you should. We would like that very much.
The new reclaimed open spaces upstairs at The Bishop