If we were having coffee together, I’d probably show up looking a bit frazzled. My hair would likely be messy (and filled with dry shampoo), the circles around my eyes would be a little larger, and I’d probably breathe a big sigh while I sat down. As you may know, we’re moving this week. We have boxes to pack, a moving truck to pick up, and I have to remember to feed myself in between those times, too (which is a bit difficult when your kitchen is in heaps). Needless to say, I’m feeling a bit frazzled these past couple of weeks.
If we were having coffee together, I’d ask you about when it’s acceptable to start drinking iced drinks. When fall hits, I’m all about that Pumpkin Spice Latte. When winter hits, I’m all over the Peppermint Mochas of the world. But after Christmas, I’m ready for warm days, iced drinks, and rolling down windows. Too bad that we’re stuck with another four months of winter after Christmas. So when do you haul out the iced drinks? Or do you stick with mochas, espressos, and lattes until May?
If we were having coffee together, I would ask how your heart is. And I would really mean it. I’d want to know what you’re struggling with, what load you’re carrying, and how I can help carry it with you. And I’d really listen. I’d tuck my phone (on silent) in my bag, place it away from me, and I would give you my full attention. Because human beings are worth far more than likes, retweets, and favouriting.
If we were having coffee together, I would ask who you’re following on social media and why. I find myself often carrying unnecessary stress when I follow certain individuals on social media. I’ve had to weed out the accounts I follow, but I’m thankful I did. Unfollowing people made me feel guilty, but the drama, news, and crap (for lack of better words) on certain accounts was too much for me. Now, I make room for accounts I’m truly inspired by–ones that bring me joy by reading/following. There’s too much ugliness in this world–filling my heart and mind with it just isn’t wise.
If we were having coffee together, I would ask you if you feel ‘grown up’. The closer I get to my twenty-third birthday, the younger I feel. It’s such a strange feeling. I’m trying to understand why I feel like I’m 17 when I’m a teacher, have been married for over a year, and am maintaining my own household. When I was younger, I always felt ‘grown up’ for my age, and looked more mature than I was. Then, I hit 20 and now I feel super young (immature, maybe?). Grant it, I am young. But is it normal to feel like you’re 17? Am I the only one?
The lovely Amber is the mastermind behind coffee date blog posts, and is currently taking a hiatus from blogging, but my lovely friend Erin is continuing these coffee dates over at her place. Want to join us? Head over here to link up.