Recently, a friend took me to her favorite little bakery in Amman. I quickly understood why she was so smitten with it. The yummy treats and cozy décor are impressive.
As I studied the label on the box of goodies we purchased, I noted that the shop wasn’t that old. Memories of a small business I created years back came into my mind: the long hours, the victorious moments, the tough decisions. My affection for the bakery suddenly grew even more, because I felt a connection of sorts. It was really a neat little moment.
For me, it’s the years of experience that stoke any fire of appreciation. And I know that more years and more experience will only fan the flames. And I’m grateful, because this part of the aging process brings an incredibly satisfying, almost bonding experience with the world around me.