If we were on a coffee date, I'd say let's meet really early and walk while we sip and caffeinate because it's summer here still and I'm loving the outdoors before they get hot. There's a smell to late summer-early fall mornings and we could soak it in together. You could bring your pup, though I'd be honest that Hazel isn't the most civilized of friends.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask about your budget and spending. How do you decide what's worth it and what isn't? Do you have spouse "allowances" that you can spend without criticism from the other? Do you prioritize date nights or groceries or all the other things by the month, or week, or otherwise?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess to struggling with guilt lately. Guilt about my caffeine intake, about drinking wine, about taking a day of rest, about all. the. things. And I think that guilt is a reflection of my heart right now -that it's busy, busy, busy, void of peace and rest. So, I'm going to try and slow my soul.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd admit to wanting less and more. Some days I want to simplify life, pare down my closet to a capsule wardrobe, and keep things easy, breezy. Other days I want all the things I can manage to get my grubby little hands on. Either way, I'm fickle and that's, well, ever-changing.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd want to tell you that I wasn't successful in all my summer reading. In fact, there were three books I started and couldn't finish. In fact, those three books were only read to the point of page 50 and if they weren't drawing me in by then, I stopped. And I'm actually proud of that fact. How do you know when to stop and cut yourself some slack? (Maybe this is a bigger than books question.)
If we were on a coffee date, I'd be honest that I love summer and I don't want it to go because less sunlight, less tans, less flip flops. But that I'm ready for fall too. Because scarves and cooler weather and bonfires in the backyard with a glass of wine and a blanket. This year is magical to me being in the house and experiencing each season for the first time in a new place.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd rave about Celestial Green Tea with White Tea. After getting rid of my afternoon coffee habit, I decided tea would help in the place of that afternoon slump. I'm not a green tea girl, but this stuff, so smooth, so delicious (even without sweetener), and made in a sustainable way (which first freaked me out because the bags are "pillows" and look funny, but now I love). Hot, cold, with lemon, with peaches, it's surely delicious.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd share that a book looms. A book sits on my conscious asking me to write it, wanting to be put out there, but it scares me too. It asks if I can do it, if I have a such thing as that many words, if there's anything I could come up with that important or beautiful to say. So I ignore it, but then it creeps and taps and won't leave me be. How do you do that friends, conquer those seemingly insurmountable tasks? Is it that I need a home team to encourage me? Or a what the hell, let's do this attitude? Or just space and time to sit and think on it?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd feel warm and fuzzy inside. I've been feeling especially affectionate about my friends and readers and coworkers lately. I realize these relationships are choices, not required, not forced, but cherished and equally laden. This fact amazes me and flatters me and reminds me to be making the good choice too.
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