I admire firefighters.  Anyone who can run towards an inferno while everything in their body is telling them to run away is an inspiration. 

This week, I tried to channel my inner firefighter. 

It was a bad week at my restaurant. There's no other way to say it. Long story short: if I can't come up with a large sum of money to pay the State of Illinois this week, we are going to be faced with making some very hard decisions. 

Everything in my body told me to run away this week.  But I didn't.   

And I didn't exactly solve any problems either.  But at least I didn't run.  I went to my job, and I worked in the face of pain and discomfort.  It's not where I wanted to be, but it's where I needed to be, and for that, I can get to sleep at night. 

Reader, I don't know if I believe firmly in right or wrong moves anymore.  But I do feel firmly that when there's trouble and you're involved in it, the best place to be is right in the thick of it.  This week, if you've got trouble in your life, I wish you the courage to go right into that fire and do your best to put it out.  

I played a show last night, and that helped too.  I'm so grateful to have music as an outlet on days like these.  I'll see you next Monday. -Em

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