In honor of Thanksgiving, and national blogging month that I just found out about (you're supposed to post each day in it's honor, who knew?) I've decided to post something I'm thankful for every day between now and Thanksgiving. Some will be funny and some will be serious. Thanksgiving always makes me reflective.
I am thankful for coffee. I know you're thinking "that's so trivial" or that I shouldn't be thankful for something I'm hopelessly addicted to that generally keeps me from sleep. But keep reading.
Coffee keeps me from being grumpy. It makes me peppy in the mornings. I couldn't do that on my own, and if you've never seen me after being stuck in Dallas gridlock on the way to school, believe me, it's a good thing.
But coffee is so much more than that. I think good things happen over coffee, while spending a warm summer night listening to the peaceful, muted sounds of crickets chirping in the background, giggling while talking about what life means to you now, and what it could mean to you in the weeks, months, and years to come.
Before I went to college, my mom and I spent many balmy summer evenings on the porch of the Starbucks I always went to in Arlington, sipping on grande java chip frappaccino lights double blended. She would listen to me talk in circles and calmly reassure me. I constantly rambled about how excited I was to move off and see what the future held, while I was terrified that nothing would ever be as good as life in Arlington had been. One night, we talked about how Starbucks had brought back the art of conversation. When you go to get coffee, there is nothing else to do but talk. About anything. About everything. About hopes, dreams and fears. About books. About life. With all of the luxuries we enjoy, simple conversation is something is often lost in a text message or while listening to an ipod.
So I am grateful for coffee, the relationships I have built over it, and the person I am becoming because of what can happen over a simple caffeinated beverage.
I am thankful for coffee. I know you're thinking "that's so trivial" or that I shouldn't be thankful for something I'm hopelessly addicted to that generally keeps me from sleep. But keep reading.
Coffee keeps me from being grumpy. It makes me peppy in the mornings. I couldn't do that on my own, and if you've never seen me after being stuck in Dallas gridlock on the way to school, believe me, it's a good thing.
But coffee is so much more than that. I think good things happen over coffee, while spending a warm summer night listening to the peaceful, muted sounds of crickets chirping in the background, giggling while talking about what life means to you now, and what it could mean to you in the weeks, months, and years to come.
Before I went to college, my mom and I spent many balmy summer evenings on the porch of the Starbucks I always went to in Arlington, sipping on grande java chip frappaccino lights double blended. She would listen to me talk in circles and calmly reassure me. I constantly rambled about how excited I was to move off and see what the future held, while I was terrified that nothing would ever be as good as life in Arlington had been. One night, we talked about how Starbucks had brought back the art of conversation. When you go to get coffee, there is nothing else to do but talk. About anything. About everything. About hopes, dreams and fears. About books. About life. With all of the luxuries we enjoy, simple conversation is something is often lost in a text message or while listening to an ipod.
So I am grateful for coffee, the relationships I have built over it, and the person I am becoming because of what can happen over a simple caffeinated beverage.
I am excited about your series of posts! And your first choice was definitely a great one. Coffee is symbolic in more ways than one. I think we probably bonded over our numerous Starbucks trips and conversations. I wish we could go there together!
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