I used to be a coffee snob. Not in the sense that I had particular coffee preferences but more like I was anti-coffee. It’s true. Disown me if you will. Stop following this blog if you must but it’s true. I prided myself on not drinking coffee. Then, something changed. I was on my way to a bachelorette party the same day that I had finished working at a summer camp for over three months (i.e. exhaustion…pure exhaustion) and I simply needed help. If I was going to be a good bridesmaid, which I always try to be, that would mean that I needed energy. Energy to scream, squeal, cry, pray and of course dance! Running on an empty tank I stopped by Starbucks and told the barista my dilemma. He was so very patient with me as I knew absolutely NOTHING about what I was ordering and gave me a few suggestions. Til this day, I still drink the same drink he suggested. I owe that man a place in my will. Or maybe a namesake. ‘Hello. This is my daughter, Barista.’ It has potential but I digress. Three days later, after three visits to that same Starbucks, my friend was married, I had fulfilled my duties with plenty of squeals and tears and…I had transitioned. Coffee had entered my life. I can’t say that I wanted it to happen but it just did and since then, it’s been a slow progression to love. It’s not a full-blown addiction but I’m afraid it’s not that far away. There…you have my confession.
Today, on this Friday morning, my energy is a bit low and I’m feeling a bit like I did on that summer day. I’m gathering my things and about to head out-of-town for an engagement session. Headed back to the city of my alma mater, I have a session with a sweet couple and I’m pumped! Pumped because even in the midst of life’s exhaustion, I’m getting to do what I love and share it with people in love. Not to mention, I have my new friend ‘coffee’ to keep me company along the way. Here’s to love, squeals and tears, coffee and baristas!
Happy Friday!
