If we were on a coffee date, we'd be at Starbucks and I'd be ordering a Valencia Orange refresher because it's so hot out and I need the iced beverage. But also because Starbucks has tricked me all these years by hiding the goodness of it and now they're phasing it out. I'd sort of want to cry while I drink it because I'm dramatic like that, but REALLY STARBUCKS WHY?!?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd try and convert you to beet pesto. I'd agree that the purple is sort of odd at first, but then you put it on pizza and cover it with brie cheese and mozzarella and spicy Italian sausage and you bake it in the oven and then you smile all over because it fills your tummy with the best kind of goodness ever. You can even be a little bit crazy, like we were, and crack two eggs on top of your pizza then delight in the way breakfast and dinner deserve to be best friends. I'd share how I made it with golden beets and it was just as good, but that the color was more odd than the purple of red beets.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd talk to you about death. I know it's heavy and it's weird to discuss this stuff over coffee, but there's something weird about the way death happens. It seems to just show up for some people, sudden and aggressive, while for others it's sort of slow and gentle, almost like it's unsure if it's got the right address. It just baffles me in the mystery of the universe sort of ways. I'm fascinated by it, weirdly, and I'd wonder if there's something in life that just baffles you.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you what needs prayer and spiritual feeding in your life. I think we're all used to asking "how are you?" and getting the canned answers like "good" or "busy" or "tired, but managing". And, well, I just want you to know that I ask in a way that's deeper than that. I don't want to sit on the surface with you, I want to wade in the water, to be unafraid of the depths, to know that we're here in this together (whatever this is).
If we were on a coffee date, I'd probably giggle inappropriately. I'm full of a weird peaceful joy lately... A peaceful joy that says "Hakuna Matata" and just leaves a silly smile on my face. I'm thankful for it, not worried or wondering when it's going to end, because it's just here and it's unexpected and it's lovely, just lovely. I think that's why I'm busy writing and painting and making and reading. Enjoy, that's my job right now, and it's yours too.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd offer you a love letter. Not the mushy business that we think of as love letters, but the encouraging kind of goodness. It would be written by hand with my favorite pen and probably have doodles around the corners. I'd ask you how often you get a little bit of unquestioning encouragement in your life and I'd tell you that you need more. So, this. This from me to you every week.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd want to know all your favorite quotes. SERIOUSLY. Because I love words and I'm practicing my handlettering and I just love to read (and write) the beautiful things that you enjoy. I'd tell you that I've always (since I was 18 years old) loved this one:
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -Anais NinBut that I've also been cherishing this:
"Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are." -Anne LamottIf we were on a coffee date, I'd dare you to try something out of your comfort zone. I'd make you tell me what your task is and then I'd check in with you later about how it's going. I'd tell you that you can't ignore a dare, but then I'd double dog dare you because those are undeniable in life.