I love a good cup of coffee. Barista Parlor has a whiskey coffee that is so good it makes drinking whiskey at 11am completely acceptable. Over the past few weeks I've made it a point to visit local shops around town, bring a book, journal and maybe even get some painting inspiration. It's been pretty great to realize that I can sit with others at a community table, not say a word but feel completely at home through smiles and reassuring glances while students stress over papers. I have also realized that straight days of espresso drinking can end in an all out cry-fest. My friends know how tough I am on myself and this whole not having a job yet anxiety got the better of me one evening this week. But the catch about having these twice yearly sob sessions is having friends that knew exactly what to say to me. They assured me I'm allowed to be upset, but on the same hand I have to regroup, make a plan and get focused again. Which is exactly what I did. There's something so human about going to bed so uneasy but waking up with a clear mind and full heart knowing you have some pretty amazing folks in your life who let you be you no matter what.
So here I am, the morning after having had a beautiful meal at a new neighbor/friends home and feeling pretty darn happy and confident things are about to go my way. It's all about patience and I'm learning how to practice it more and more every day. And really, who can still be down after a bacon old fashioned? Yes, that's a thing here and I'm never leaving.
