Friday, May 13, 2016

Coffee Date || 24

If we were on a coffee date, I’d froth you some milk in my new office space because with dust and moves and sore backs comes new coffee machines and an opportunity to treat yourself to a frother. I bought this one and adore how it tastes like marshmallows when you put half milk and half vanilla creamer in at one time. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d share the novelty –and epiphany- of the Hero’s Journey. I learned of this writing tool after taking Hannah Brencher’s Spring Intensive (totally recommend in all the ways recommendations can be made). It’s got me hot on working on The Book again, but more than that, it’s reframed the way that I think about my own life –specifically fear. Because, often, fear is a made-up story we are telling ourselves. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d confess to failing at the #100daysofpaintingbreakfast. Usually this is something I’d tuck away and try to distract you from. Usually, I’d push myself harder, harder, harder to catch up and make all the paintings work. But, to be honest, grace. Since my dad died, grace has been a constant lullaby He’s singing over my life and, while I tend to ignore it, this time I’m leaning in to the romantic song. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d want to know what’s stacked on your bedside table To Be Read. The book bug has hit me SO HARD and I’m in the middle of four different books and I’m keeping them all straight but sometimes it’s almost impossible to pick which one to read. Tell me how you choose which book to dive into when you’re reading more than one. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d tell you about Afternoon Siesta –the new paint we’ve just applied to all four walls in our room. It makes me smile. Smile like I’m waking up from a nap washed in the afternoon sun that’s shining down on white sandy beaches of Mexico just outside my window. It’s a little bit sad when I realize I’m not actually in Mexico and about to don a bathing suit to drink cocktails, but the color is so happy. So, so happy. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d have a bowl full of California strawberries for you. I’d probably have homemade whipped cream too because I adore the stuff. You might want to know how I make it, so let me share. Pour cream into the bowl of a stand mixer (or into a bowl and use your hand mixer). Add a heaping drip (more of a long pour) of this Vanilla Paste into said cream. Whip. Whip and whip and whip until it’s gorgeous fluffy goodness. Then dip strawberries in it and add it to your morning coffee and your afternoon tea and eat it by the spoonful until you need to make more. Then repeat. 
If we were on a coffee date, I’d talk to you about bad news. I’d ask you how you cope when bad news sails into your life. I’d ask how you gain perspective, where you turn, what brings you comfort. I’d want to know how much grace you give before you push yourself to get on with life. I’d ask and you’d share and I’d say thank you because your vulnerability is beautiful and vital.  

If we were on a coffee date, I’d ask you about screen time. I’ve realized that I’m really attached to my phone since we haven’t had the internet at work. I want to say that it’s just to make sure all my emails were answered and attended to, but really, that’s not it. I love to tap and touch and scroll and like. I love to interact and be here, there, and everywhere that’s inside of my phone’s capacity. Some days are better, less connected, while others I just cannot stop. Personal boundaries. Tell me about them. 

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