Earlier in the week I survived an HR nightmare that could have resulted in me losing my job. The stress of that experience is slowly melting from my consciousness as I take in the beauty of my new surroundings. The grounds of the Biltmore in the afternoon October sun is stunning.
I take in the mountains surrounding Asheville as I wander past grapevines towards Antler Hill Village. The charming buildings found here just beckon one to enter and explore.
I oblige.
Dark corridors showcase oak-aged barrels and the wine making equipment of another time. I find tasting rooms with patrons looking to get away from life and enjoy a glass of vino with specially prepared plates of cheese.
I forget all about my earlier brush with unemployment and my hatred for the person that caused such stress. I acknowledge the part that I played and chalk it up to another life lesson learned.
I move down another dark tunnel, losing my thoughts about work almost as quickly as the wine that is poured in front of me.
Great post 😁