This month's coffee date is coming early. That's because tomorrow is my Mama Bird's birthday and she loves coffee dates. Also, she is probably the most dedicated reader of this space. I blame her for my love for coffee because (believe it or not) I didn't drink any before I graduated from college. Yep, I just never got into the habit and now, DAILY. Happy birthday Mama Bird.
- - - - - - - - -If we were on a coffee date, I'd be drinking a chestnut praline latte with some whipped cream on top. I am not big on the holiday drinks because they come and go so quickly and they're all the kinds of sugary sweet, but not the chestnut praline latte. I love, just deeply, truly love the chestnut praline latte. So, I'd be sipping on one, hot or cold depending on the weather outside, while I talk your ear off.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd suggest to you the Nars Audacious mascara. I'd tell you that I am a fickle mascara user because my lashes are short but thick and curly, but Audacious has won my heart. It's dark and thick, voluminous and lengthening without being clumpy and messy. It doesn't flake all over my face and it stays put for a whole lot of hours. One thing I don't want to worry about is touching up my mascara and Audacious definitely doesn't need touching up.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd brag about my Home Team. I am profoundly lucky to call the world's most amazing people my family. These people -related by blood and marriage- know me and my heart better than I do most days. I'm floored at the way they think of me, develop me, change me and I will admit: I don't tell them their value enough. But truth: I don't have the words. God gave me good people.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask if you've heard the new Sara Bareilles cd. You'll probably say no because she released it under the radar. It's different for her, more of a narrative set of songs that sing to a particular tale, but it's delightful. It's beautiful and delightful and makes me want to make an art series that screams out the narrative that's my life right now. (Also, have you heard of Kristene DeMarco? AMAZING.)
If we were on a coffee date, I'd whip my Hazel ornament out of my pocket and tell you that I'm in love with The Pastel Pug. I'd share how Etsy shop ownership is lovely and wonderful, but also entirely exhausting work. I'd point out the shops that have influenced me (and they don't even know it) in the last six months of making my way through the beginner's muck. I'd be honest that I'm thinking about specializing in watercolor and journals with no other offerings. I'm thrilled at the chance to hone my skill, but scared to narrow my offerings down.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you about my new love for savory oatmeal. I know it sounds odd, actually sort of disgusting, but please wait and listen. I use chicken broth instead of water or milk. Then I put a dollop of Greek yogurt among the oats. Microwave for two minutes but top with cheese for the last 30 seconds. Sprinkle with garlic salt, drizzle with sriracha, and add avocado slices. Holy delicious.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess that I'm doing what feels like hard work on my soul. I've found a few flaws in my heart that are just really ugly and I want to clean them up. I'm working on what that means, trying to follow His advice rather than my own inklings, but the heart is a fickle place, isn't it? I'm pouring myself into His words more and less into social media and the rat race. My heart needs a break to refocus, but the pace is so much slower when He and I sit down.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd beg you to remind me that He's hellbent on blessing all circumstance. Sometimes I get caught in a rut of right and wrong answers to big questions. I get caught because I'm afraid that if I go one way and it's wrong, the other will be impossible. Life's not a binary. And He's got my back. But I forget that, I forget and I struggle with how to remind myself in later days. You'll remind me, right?