The way to my heart is through my coffee

The one thing I love about working evenings is having my whole morning to start the day right. Even if I sleep in a bit, I still have time to do things for me before my work day starts.

This morning I chose to lay out on the beach and get coffee at a new coffee shop. I skipped my workout, it happens.

No matter what happens at work. Madness, mistakes, overload. I spent my morning soaking in the sun and drinking a handcrafted drink. The owner of the shop took extra care making sure my macchiato was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t ask her to do that, she took the time and effort to sell an extraordinary drink. Clarifying this is “no Starbucks” macchiato, it’s traditional. Great! That’s exactly what I want, not dessert coffee. She walked me through every step, with “is this enough” and explaining all that went in to less than 12 ounces of my caffeine boost for the day. That made me feel seen and worth the time. No matter if work is good or bad, someone took the time to make my day, in a seemingly small way, that means so much.

I took extra time getting ready, picked out a (work appropriate) summer dress for this killer heat, curled my hair, and pasted on fake eyelashes for good measure. It’s Tuesday and I’m riding the high that’s already been established.

I can’t control everything, but I can control how my day starts. It doesn’t matter that I slept in later than planned, I found the time to enjoy my surroundings. Taking time to fill life and my coffee cup to the brim.

Cheers to a good coffee and a good start to the day.