[January 2020] When you're grown and planning your every step, there's no thwarting premature excitement or dread. Not only do I have sole responsibility for keeping myself alive and well, there's no one looking out to preserve my emotions each moment of my day. Sure, adulting is hard, but I'm learning it's still something we all just figure out for ourselves. There's the basic avoiding allergens, not eating too much of the food that is bad for us, taking medicine, drinking water, don't drink too much alcohol but maintain a social life... and so on. And then there's the constant balance of keeping hold of reasons to be excited about life, managing risk and reward, staying above the dread about what you can't control, finagling solutions out of dire situations. Every tiny aspect of all of these things looks so different for all of us and then they have the gall to change.
It's become quite apparent approaching the end of my twenties that I've only begun to find myself, and to continue searching for myself is necessary to thrive and survive.
(formerly "Bare Barista Threads" and "Memoirs of a Pizza Girl")
With a year of delivering pizza, two and a half years as a barista, and some more time in the trenches, I have plenty of stories, thoughts, and musings. The days that threatened to break me all the while built me. I want to help others in my profession view their work as an opportunity, too. This is my soap box.