It’s no secret that I love Starbucks (particularly their caramel macchiatos), just take a look at my blog name, ha! I get a lot of work done there as well, so if you want to rationalize my addiction, it technically pays for itself. Starbucks– however– is not the reason for this post. I have darker, more predatory addiction that I’ve relapsed from. Continue reading “The Relapse”
Good morning! I am happy to report that I finally exchanged my beloved Bella Dots for a new one! While I appreciated the stand in, Mr. Coffee does not hold a candle to my precious. Now that I’ve sipped and savored my caffeinated nectar, I am off to conquer the literary world! I’ll be updating you guys on my 100DayProject today. Happy Thursday!
I started brewing coffee at home in 2013 because A: I don’t have to put on pants to get it; B: I don’t have a sugar daddy to fund my Starbucks habit (goals). Being the creature of habit that I am, I have a very systematic approach to my coffee making process. I do not change said process and had no desire until my beloved coffee maker died on me last week, which has forced me to put on pants and drive the ever so long half mile down the street to Starbucks.
I am here writing to you all to tell you about my great news of failure! I was turned down today because my writing was not what they were looking for and I can honestly say I could not be more pleased. You’re probably thinking I must be on something, but really, I am glad to have received this news. Why you might ask? Because I’ve been rejected and I’m STILL HERE!!!
A few weeks ago I wrote about how I received some constructive criticism and I took it pretty hard. I also admitted that I have not had too many opportunities where my work was not good enough. It made me super sensitive to negative feedback because of my lack of experience of it. Well, that’s changing! It’s strange, I receive the email and instead of doing my normal “hide in bed and watch Duck Dynasty” routine, guess what? I wrote another article. It was that simple. Dare I say, my skin is getting thicker.
I appreciate the rejection because this time around, it made me more determined to get more involved in my writing and work harder. As a freelancer, I’ve been super fortunate to be a part of several projects that help fund my Starbucks addiction. This has also made me complacent in my writing capabilities. So to be told no every once in awhile forces me to reevaluate and put in some effort.
Today helped me solidify that I really enjoy what I do and I’m able to conquer one of my biggest fears: failure. I can’t tell you how encouraging it was for me and that it’s motivating me to keep on in my writing pursuits. Ok, now that I have that out of my system, it’s back to the writing board. Happy Tuesday!
I make no excuses for my Starbucks addiction. I’m a junkie, and I have no problem admitting that. At least it’s not drugs right? (Though darn near as expensive!) My rationale is that until I’m hitting the corner for my habit, I’m alright. This past month has been the treat receipt promo. It’s where you buy a drink before 2pm and get a grande drink for $2 after 2pm. It’s quite genius because not only are you buying one drink, but you’re going back a second time because you’re getting a deal! I’m aware that I’m spending more money, but as I’ve said about my “sale” habits, they get the best of me. Plus I’m fortunate enough to have some of the coolest baristas around. I suppose it’s common sense to be nice to the person who’s buying a $5 coffee beverage, but they do it so well! I did start brewing coffee at home to try and manage my addiction, but with this promotion going on, all bets are off. Anyway, I’m off to get my morning java so I can get my treat receipt! If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right! Stay caffeinated, my friends!
So earlier I had discussed how I joined a nonfiction book club on meetup.com and I was too chicken to go to the meeting. Well I found one that was about fiction, writing, and coffee hosted by someone who was actually in my age group (score!). Of course like any girl ever, I creeped on the other potential attendees to get a sense of what I was up against. Besides the moderator, there was another girl around my age so I was pretty optimistic about the odds. There were two older gentlemen signed up to go as well.
To be completely honest, I was dismayed when I saw the two older dudes on the list. It has been my experience that most men that age participating in the event are either inappropriately flirtatious trying to seek out a potential young caregiver, very lonely and use the group as a talk therapy session, or both. So on the first meeting I had my reservations, but I went anyway.
The first sign I knew it would go well was the fact that it was held at a Starbucks (reading and my java addiction fueled at once?! Hallelujah!). I met the moderator and it turned out that we hit it off. I knew I liked her once we had shared our mutual disdain about how pretentious Juno was (My apologies if you love that movie, but no 16 year old pregnant girl has the sense of humor that of a cynical 30 year old). Was I really about to make a new friend in this crazy city?! Though I did thoroughly enjoy my time during the meeting, my reservations were not completely off base. Cue creepy old dude…
I have to first start off by saying only 1 out of the 2 older gentlemen was pervy. He was definitely over sharing about his personal life. (Hey, this is the first meeting of a book club, not an Oprah couch session). The topic of magazines came about and he just had to mention his only magazine of choice was “Playboy”. Naturally…What the pervy guy lacked the other guy made up for. He had this grandfatherly sage wisdom appearance about him. He spoke thoughtfully and contributed intelligent and relevant banter into the conversation. I will admit that I’m really a 45 year old trapped inside of a 23 year old, so I enjoy the company of people twice+ my age from time to time. (Ugh I think I sound like Juno 😉 )
All in all, I am very excited that I grew a pair and went to the first meeting. I ended up meeting people whose company I actually enjoyed. Admittedly I’ve fallen off the bandwagon of being a fully functional human being and boarded the workaholic train. Even the creepy old guy was a somewhat welcome change to my monotonous work fueled life that I’ve been living for the better part of a year. If stepping off the ledge and jumping into a book club could be this fun, who knows what other interesting endeavors I could be missing out on. Until next time…