Friday, August 14, 2015
coffee date | 16
If we were on a coffee date, I'd make you walk to Starbucks with me and try a grande cold brew with vanilla and toffee nut syrup and a splash of half and half (which you can put in yourself at the sugar stand). I'd warn you that the caffeine will go straight to your head and make you feel like taking on the world, which isn't a bad thing. You'd fall in love with cold brew and I'd give you good news: you can make it at home.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you about your book policy. We all have one, we just might now know it. But this is mine: I owe a book 50 pages. If by page 50 the book cannot draw me in, I owe it not another word more. Life is too short to read books that suck and so, I don't. But you, what's your policy friend?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd recommend this foundation and this powder. I know, they're not fancy or particularly researched in being the right thing for your skin. But they're affordable, convenient to get (I always pick mine up at Target) and they feel good on my skin. Never caked or heavy, but always covering. Yep, I'd recommend them and then want to know what mascara you use.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you we were built to be spurred on, to be pushed and motivated by those around us. I'd tell you that boundaries and self-preservation are important, but sometimes life drops people in who tell you how much the world needs to hear and see the things you have inside of you. So you do, and your life explodes in the firework-y good kind of way. I'd ask if I could be that friend for you or if you could dedicate yourself to finding that person (or community of people) because you deserve it.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess that bible study is still dry and difficult for me. I'd admit that I scroll through my Instagram feed sometimes and see all those days I was dedicated and interested in the words He holds for me and they feel so long ago. I'm sure it has to do with dementia and dying and living and trying to reconcile it all, but I also think, I just feel burned out on being faithful and that thought scares me.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd dare you to bring back a childhood dream that'll turn you into someone new. The shop has been a redefining for me. It's been a reminder of the childlike love for art and paint and color that I let slip away in the logistics of life. It's brought new meaning to boring days and a burning desire to create back into my soul. Maybe that's part of what's overshadowing my bible studies.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd get all heated about "the hustle". I'd tell you that we lie to ourselves about needing the chaos and control and constant input and output. I'd tell you that I spent last weekend creating in a completely self-fulfilling way. It was fun and beautiful and ENTIRELY for me. Something I hardly do. It was restorative, a time we hardly afford ourselves in this day and age. I'd tell you to drop the hustle and busy words because those people always look so tired and angry.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd beg you to bring authenticity to your brand. Because, let's face it, the brand isn't ending here or there or anywhere. But you can redefine it and drop the perfection and color choices that are overwhelming our ability to simple live and be and do. I'd beg you to be the person He intended, not a collection of colors and things, but a person with the mess and rough edges that make each of us so wonderfully unique.
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