Failure, A Mustard seed & Landfill

I left the house early this morning because we were out of coffee and we don’t do a morning without coffee around here. After driving through at Caribou, I found my way to the land we hope to buy for Storyteller Cafe. As I was coming up on the corner I have pictured our cafe on thousands of times I thought ,

“what if my girls remember me as a failure because I spent my whole life fighting for something that never materialized?”

If you feel this is a dramatic thought, it is.