cinnamon-brown sugar syrup and frothy milk. I'd tell admit that I hate them from Starbucks because they have that funny orange color and for no reason other than that -I don't get that whole "Starbucks has additives issue" right now because doesn't everything?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd update you on that book I said I wanted to write. I no longer want because it's started. Started and not in a little teeny way, but in a moving, shaking, there's lots of words there way. And I'd share that a home team has surrounded me, encouraging, listening, hoping, and celebrating even the smallest of victories.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you that my TO READ list is gushing and overflowing and I just keep adding more to it. But that I'm intent on carving out time to be a critical, engaged reader because consumption helps output (or so I say). Now that I'm writing more, writing privately, I'm realizing that I want to take in words and ideas that are beautiful and inspiring. Right now this book is the front runner in that race.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd share about The Skimm. I've never been one for the news because it's so damn depressing all the time, but I have always been the kind of person who loves to be educated and interesting. Enter: The Skimm. It's a daily email (but only on weekdays) that shares all the day's headlines with sarcasm and links to articles that correspond with their snarky tidbits. I find myself laughing AND being engaged in current events. Two birds, one Skimm.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd gush that we're leaving for Costa Rica this weekend. That I'm thrilled for the sun and the ocean and cocktails and adventure, but I'm nervous because we're going somewhere new that we don't know about and, well, adventure, I'm reminding myself. That there's a volcano I want to hike and zip lines I want to whoosh across and relaxation I can't wait to endure.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd be honest about a change of seasons in my life and the subsequent change in my heart. I'm a girl that loves to keep lots, to keep all of it, regardless of if I have the space or not. But lately, that keeping season has changed and I'm enjoying the process of purging, of saying goodbye to some things, people, priorities, and making room for other, new enrichment. And, if I'm honest, it feels good.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd laugh about my new-found obsession with Pinterest. Instead of Google-ing everything, I now turn to Pinterest. I sort of blame Helene. But I also blame my deep-seated love for all the pretty pictures that my searches render. Jason's thrilled because I'm trying two or three new recipes a week and so far we have not had to try and enjoy a failure. In fact, he's given me all 9 out of 10s on the dinners, saying that 10s don't leave room for improvement.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you about hope. I'd ask you if it's a feeling, a noun, a verb, a state, a perspective? I'd ask you how you keep it, where it comes from, who exemplifies it to you. I'd tell you that I'm addicted to hope, desperately in love with it, and that it's got something to do with that book thing. You'd share, because, well, that's what happens with coffee, isn't it?
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