It's interesting how when life slowly chips away at you, a person can begin to change. Here's what I mean: I'm not a risk taker. At all. I actually find taking risks to be reckless and irresponsible. So for me to have written:
"So, is the world pushing Adam and I towards starting up a brewery?" I must have been feeling totally out of control; like we were running out of any and all other options.
Here's the brief background on this whole brewery idea: Adam had been brewing beer on and off for around 15 years, and people seemed to enjoy his product. He had the desire/dream to one day open up a brewery. In my brain nothing could have sounded more scary/risky/ridiculous, but during this stressful time I wrote:
"Do we have what it takes to do this? Apparently we really need to focus on our strengths without getting angry and putting each other down. I think I'm very close to being able to do this, which is not easy for me. Adam can research and brew- be the creative one. It makes him happy to create. I could be the organizer- the doer and the motivator."
What's the point to this somewhat off-topic post? I guess it's that no matter how difficult it can be to help heal your struggling child, and how close you are to totally losing your shit, if you're fortunate enough to be sharing your life with someone, you have no choice but to rely upon and support each other.
Adam and I were at least attempting to get ourselves onto the same page, even if this was difficult. I wasn't sure we had any other choice.