Coffee With Friends
Saturdays were made for sharing coffee with friends and today I’m rejoining the fun #weekendcoffeeshare community. Now it might be a bit late for some you to sip on some java – because caffeine and sleep are not very good bed-fellows and I completely understand.
So feel free to to have your bedtime-friendly beverage while I sip on a mason jar full of my french press cold brew coffee. Trust me, coffee so close to bedtime has absolutely no effect on me whatsoever. And I’m almost sure that that is not a good thing.
Unfurl Your Wings
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the quote that keeps coming to mind is “unfurl your wings”. I saw a photo on Pinterest ages ago of those words. They were tattooed on someone’s collarbone and I thought at the time, if I were to ever get a tattoo, that would be it.
The reason my thoughts keep marching back to those words, is the meaning behind them especially for me at this point in my life. I see the act of unfurling my wings as the beginning of something. A leap of faith – if you will. If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am ready. It’s my time to fly.
The Problem With Flight
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that flying scares the cuss out of me. Because the punk that I am is afraid of heights. The whole reason we’re having coffee this late is because I’ve been dwaddling over this post for hours. I cuss you not. I don’t know when I developed this spirit of fear – fear of being seen. But this cuss is real.
Taking The Leap Anyway
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m taking the leap anyway. Coming back to this space, though only three days in has been scary as cuss. But I’m here. I’m writing and hitting publish. Here’s to being afraid to be seen but showing up anyway. I hope you enjoyed out little chat and I apologize for all the cuss words.
Now it’s your turn, how was your weekend? Please feel free to share in the comments below.