It has been a long, cold, grey winter. I'm currently in Arizona with my parents, visiting family. We taking a short trip to California for a couple days, tomorrow morning and finishing our trip with my Grams' memorial.
Right now, I'm sitting in the sunshine on the patio, in a rocking chair, drinking locally roasted and brewed iced coffee. Ultimate relaxation. I will not be upset if I get some color on my face and arms. The more I come out this way, the more I want to stay here...I just have no problem with the majority of my days being sunny and warm.
We'll see where I end up.
Well, I haven't blogged in a long time. I work at an independent coffee shop a couple towns away from me. My boss seems to like me, and appreciate that I can do my job, which is oddly satisfying. Thanks, Howard, for not appreciating me while I learned how to do my job well so that someone else could benefit from it.
I'm nervous about summer at the shop, because I don't have a flow with working with people anymore. And it's going to be BUSY. But it will come and go, and I'll learn. Hopefully I'll learn quickly.
I dated a guy for a little while. We met on a dating app, and he's a great guy. We haven't spoken in almost two weeks. Whatever. I can't care anymore. And I don't. I'm smart, beautiful, and ridiculous enough. Someday someone will be grown enough to notice. Until then, I'll keep wearing lipstick, and smiling pretty at anyone I find attractive. #femininecharms
My girlfriend Joanna and I are going to Europe this year. The big purchases are taken care of - tickets, accommodations. Now to keep saving up and start running again. I miss running. I see people running through the marina, and I just miss it. It's empowering.
My black keys are getting hot in the sun :P
DOING NOTHING IS SO NICE. It is really weird to not have to be responsible for anything, or have to take care of anything. BEING IN THE SUN IS SO NICE. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anyway, EUROPE. I'm going there. I'm going to London, and Paris, and Iceland. We are going to see "Much Ado About Nothing" AT THE GLOBE. We are going to tour Buckingham Palace. We are going to the Louvre. We are going to see the Eiffel Tower at night, and touch Notre Dame. WHAT IS MY LIFE.
Let's be real for a minute - if I was doing my own shop still, I would not be able to go to Europe. Yes, I'm not doing my shop. I wasn't ready. It's okay. I don't remember if I mentioned that publicly yet. You probably figured it out.
Well. I don't know what else to say. That's what's going on. No deep thoughts. Just living. Trying to do my best.
April 13, 2015
January 23, 2015
2015 is the year of burritos.
Wow - I am blessed, thankful, and EXHILARATED. This month has been incredible. The first week of January, literally days 1-7, were each a delight. It was a great week. The memory of that week will put a smile on my face for a long time. Nothing bad happened. I went out for coffee, and had great conversation with a lady I worked with for about a day before she transferred. Most of our relationship was established on Facebook. We talked for hours, and drank really incredible coffee! A friend of mine ended up having to move pretty last minute, and I got to help him out/spend some time with him which was great, because he moved far away, and is going on tour with his band soon. So he won't be around. I got to spend a lot of time with friends (I'm pretty sure the first day of the year included Chipotle which is DEFINITELY a good omen), and it was just a really relaxing, wonderful, memorable week. I'm thankful that 2015 had such a positive kickoff.
From that point, I've started working at my new job, and I think I'm getting the hang of it. The people are really nice, and it's nice to have a job that I'm invested in because it's my job, but am just more reasonable about. I don't hang out, I don't really want to. It's nice, honestly.
There have been a lot of burritos in my 2015, come to think of it, as a random side note. It's not even a problem. Hashtag blessed.
MY SHOP. I'm starting a coffee shop, in case you hadn't heard the news. The space is cleared, cleaned, and PAINTED. I need furniture, and coffee. That's it. I can be open by March.
So, I went to New York yesterday. I drove there with a lady who will help me sometimes in my shop. I drove home alone. We went to Stumptown Coffee, and met with Jaime, my wholesale coffee contact. He did some pourover training with us, and we drank a TON of coffee. It was amazing. I know what kind of products I want to use, and I'm thrilled that it worked out for me to go up there. The Lord has been so faithful to put everything in place the way it should be.
I was literally at a point where I was convinced that my only option was to put it off until I had more money. God bless my mother, for being there even when I'm a terrible person, to encourage me and help me realize that even if all I had was a table and a lame coffee pot, I'd be happy to do that. She prayed for me, and things turned around. Everything fell into place. The ball started rolling.
I'm in awe. Shocked. I got to go to New York to drink coffee, and brew coffee, and see coffee get roasted from start to finish. I have visited my roaster. I've shaken his hand. MY roaster. I AM IN THE COFFEE BUSINESS. IT IS NOT REAL LIFE. It is. This is real life, and i can't believe it.
I got to see a friend from college yesterday to, and sleep at her house. She has a baby, and he's amazing, and it's so weird to know that she's a mom. Her husband is still a great guy, and I hope my friendship with them is one that continues to mature through this year, and my life. I don't want to miss out on people this year. I'm so bad a staying in touch with people, but I know I have to. The people in my life matter to me. But they'd never know it.
Sigh. It's okay. I won't be down on myself for failing at friendship sometimes.
On a lighter note - I'm thankful. I'm trying. I'm happy. I'm content. I'm surrounded by wonderful people. I'm listening to a lot of music.
Happy New Year.
From that point, I've started working at my new job, and I think I'm getting the hang of it. The people are really nice, and it's nice to have a job that I'm invested in because it's my job, but am just more reasonable about. I don't hang out, I don't really want to. It's nice, honestly.
There have been a lot of burritos in my 2015, come to think of it, as a random side note. It's not even a problem. Hashtag blessed.
MY SHOP. I'm starting a coffee shop, in case you hadn't heard the news. The space is cleared, cleaned, and PAINTED. I need furniture, and coffee. That's it. I can be open by March.
So, I went to New York yesterday. I drove there with a lady who will help me sometimes in my shop. I drove home alone. We went to Stumptown Coffee, and met with Jaime, my wholesale coffee contact. He did some pourover training with us, and we drank a TON of coffee. It was amazing. I know what kind of products I want to use, and I'm thrilled that it worked out for me to go up there. The Lord has been so faithful to put everything in place the way it should be.
I was literally at a point where I was convinced that my only option was to put it off until I had more money. God bless my mother, for being there even when I'm a terrible person, to encourage me and help me realize that even if all I had was a table and a lame coffee pot, I'd be happy to do that. She prayed for me, and things turned around. Everything fell into place. The ball started rolling.
I'm in awe. Shocked. I got to go to New York to drink coffee, and brew coffee, and see coffee get roasted from start to finish. I have visited my roaster. I've shaken his hand. MY roaster. I AM IN THE COFFEE BUSINESS. IT IS NOT REAL LIFE. It is. This is real life, and i can't believe it.
I got to see a friend from college yesterday to, and sleep at her house. She has a baby, and he's amazing, and it's so weird to know that she's a mom. Her husband is still a great guy, and I hope my friendship with them is one that continues to mature through this year, and my life. I don't want to miss out on people this year. I'm so bad a staying in touch with people, but I know I have to. The people in my life matter to me. But they'd never know it.
Sigh. It's okay. I won't be down on myself for failing at friendship sometimes.
On a lighter note - I'm thankful. I'm trying. I'm happy. I'm content. I'm surrounded by wonderful people. I'm listening to a lot of music.
Happy New Year.
December 31, 2014
2015 sounds weird.
Somehow, 2015 is the year that my brain didn't really think ahead to. 2014...okay, sure. That'll be a thing. 2015 is just kinda weird. Like a "Oh yeah, by the way," sort of reminder that life goes on, and January comes around again every 365 days.
It's been a really good year. Mostly good, with new experiences, and also some introductions to my dark corners. We'll see how that goes.
I didn't think that by the end of this year, I would not be working for Starbucks. Nor did I think that I would have another job lined up. I was pretty sure that I'd still be unemployed by the time January was done. I didn't think that I would be in the middle of the journey to opening my first coffee shop (a journey that has been put on hold simply because even though I'm not really doing anything for the holidays, I'm broke and busy.)
This month alone has been sort of a whirlwind. It doesn't feel like tomorrow is January. It still feels like there's two weeks left of the month. Not so.
I wrote a list of goals for myself on Facebook. They are mostly inspired by the person that I was this year. I was consumed with work - literally consumed, and it drove me almost out of my mind. I hardly did anything to enrich my life, or the lives of others.
I want to be different in the new year. I want to love others. I love the people in my life a LOT. They mean the world to me, and I have expressed this generally, but not really personally. It feels good to hear someone tell you how much you mean to them sometimes...and specifically you. Not just that in this crowd of people someone knows, all of them mean something to them. That's nice, but ya know.
I need to give of myself more, for no gain. I used to volunteer a lot. I was raised to be a volunteer. My parents are in ministry - that's basically full-time volunteer work. Things need to get done, and people are needed to get stuff done. I want to be a part of that, and help more.
I need to be more creative. I had a conversation not too long ago with a friend from work, and I basically told him that I was afraid of being wrong when it came to being creative. Which, I said, is completely ridiculous because there aren't any wrong answers! I know this - but I don't act on it. I like to draw. I like to act. I like to write. Do I like writing stories? No..because I'm not good at it. So what? Who cares? I'm not trying to get published. I'm not trying to get on Broadway. I just want to enjoy my life.
I also want to read more - I have so many books. I am blessed with books, and yet I have barely read even a quarter of a fraction of them! There are classics sitting on my shelves, unread. It's a crime! And I keep buying books - what even am I doing?? I'm going to be drowned in books that I've never read. It's legitimately a crime. So, here's to hoping I can reed one book a week. It's not impossible, right?
-heavy sigh- A new year. I feel tired after this year. I'm usually pretty amped about fresh starts, and such, but this year...I just feel tired. I hope next year is nice. I hope that long-held dreams come true. For me, and for others.
I hope that I grow closer to God this year. That I actively seek Him, and that it becomes second nature to me.
Happy New Year. Enjoy your celebrations. Be safe. Love one another. Look forward to the new year with hope and anticipation.
It's been a really good year. Mostly good, with new experiences, and also some introductions to my dark corners. We'll see how that goes.
I didn't think that by the end of this year, I would not be working for Starbucks. Nor did I think that I would have another job lined up. I was pretty sure that I'd still be unemployed by the time January was done. I didn't think that I would be in the middle of the journey to opening my first coffee shop (a journey that has been put on hold simply because even though I'm not really doing anything for the holidays, I'm broke and busy.)
This month alone has been sort of a whirlwind. It doesn't feel like tomorrow is January. It still feels like there's two weeks left of the month. Not so.
I wrote a list of goals for myself on Facebook. They are mostly inspired by the person that I was this year. I was consumed with work - literally consumed, and it drove me almost out of my mind. I hardly did anything to enrich my life, or the lives of others.
I want to be different in the new year. I want to love others. I love the people in my life a LOT. They mean the world to me, and I have expressed this generally, but not really personally. It feels good to hear someone tell you how much you mean to them sometimes...and specifically you. Not just that in this crowd of people someone knows, all of them mean something to them. That's nice, but ya know.
I need to give of myself more, for no gain. I used to volunteer a lot. I was raised to be a volunteer. My parents are in ministry - that's basically full-time volunteer work. Things need to get done, and people are needed to get stuff done. I want to be a part of that, and help more.
I need to be more creative. I had a conversation not too long ago with a friend from work, and I basically told him that I was afraid of being wrong when it came to being creative. Which, I said, is completely ridiculous because there aren't any wrong answers! I know this - but I don't act on it. I like to draw. I like to act. I like to write. Do I like writing stories? No..because I'm not good at it. So what? Who cares? I'm not trying to get published. I'm not trying to get on Broadway. I just want to enjoy my life.
I also want to read more - I have so many books. I am blessed with books, and yet I have barely read even a quarter of a fraction of them! There are classics sitting on my shelves, unread. It's a crime! And I keep buying books - what even am I doing?? I'm going to be drowned in books that I've never read. It's legitimately a crime. So, here's to hoping I can reed one book a week. It's not impossible, right?
-heavy sigh- A new year. I feel tired after this year. I'm usually pretty amped about fresh starts, and such, but this year...I just feel tired. I hope next year is nice. I hope that long-held dreams come true. For me, and for others.
I hope that I grow closer to God this year. That I actively seek Him, and that it becomes second nature to me.
Happy New Year. Enjoy your celebrations. Be safe. Love one another. Look forward to the new year with hope and anticipation.
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