I arrived at the cafe this morning to find that the place had been broken into and all the money stolen - two months worth of tips, a zippered bag full of rolled coins, most of the change in the cash drawer and the buck-fifty in the tip jar. All told, about two hundred and fifty dollars.
I feel personally violated. I had put so much of myself into the place - furniture, wi-fi, stereo system, etc. etc. etc. Perhaps that's why I feel like it was such a personal attack. It looks like the person/people who did this knew exactly where to look and what to take. It was pretty methodical.
The lessons are that I won't keep tips as long as I did, won't take so much for granted, won't let myself think the world is so perfect and safe.
I will keep walking the line between safe and paranoid. I want to trust people. I know they are good. I know the world is a good place. I know the universe is safe.
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