I became addicted to coffee once I tried an Iced Caramel Latte at Starbucks. I would walk in every day, knew everyone working by name and they knew my name along with my favorite drink. They would have my drink ready every morning before I even got there. It became even more addictive once I actually started getting to know the baristas based on the 2 min. morning conversations as they took my order.
Sometimes I didn’t really need the coffee but I would go anyways. I like to stop by and say hi to the baristas and observe all the people lounging at Starbucks with their laptops.
I watched people with newspapers scattered on their table. I wondered why not just read your newspaper at home on their couch? or is their home life so miserable that they have to get away?
I watched young stressed out students with books and papers, typing away. It takes some dedication and sacrificing to stay in school. You must work your brain all for a fair chance of a brighter future.
Sometimes I would see a young man studying his bible, and that hit a soft spot for me. I never told him but, “wow!” Great for him to stand up for what he believed in. Not many could do that, and yet he was there alone with no shame looking peaceful.
My favorite to watch were those very random type of people typing on their laptops. I would come in very discreetly looking for those people. They seemed to stand out and not blend in. I wanted to be that random person to typing on my laptop.
I would love to come sit there and just write my thoughts for a living. As I turned away from those people to head to my full-time job, there was always almost a sickening feeling in my stomach. I wanted to stay with them and write!
It didn’t take too long before reality would slap me, it happened every time! ” Maria, you can’t sit here on your laptop and write down your thoughts! You need to go to work to make money, to pay for your basic living! Till this day that thought brings a tear to my eyes.
I was living a very basic life. I would wake up, go to work, work hard, go home, cooked, cleaned up, run errands, barely had time for one tv show, yet alone do anything that I was passionate about. I went to bed to wake up and do this all over again. I desperately looked forward to anything outside of my regular routine. I still didn’t make enough money, I was always behind on stuff or something would always come up. I was not living luxuriously, at the time I was living in a studio. I knew I wanted more. I knew I could do more! On the weekends I did stuff that either I was not excited about or not what I really wanted to do, but I was happy just doing something different than working for somebody else.
Nobody encouraged me to do more, to be better, and to chase my dreams or passion. Many would tell me I was sweet, kind, a smart girl, and hard-working. To me that meant, just keep doing what you are doing and maybe somehow you will get lucky and catch a break.
Well, NO! I can’t let any more time go by and being stuck in the same routine. We are not meant to be stuck in a cycle that we are not completely happy with. I want to wake up every day eager to get started in doing what I’m passionate about and staying up late not wanting for the night to end because I need more hours in the day to finish my work.
We are all capable of this power. it starts with you wanting it. Maybe we have to go observe other people or walk the streets, or see new horizons in order for you to find that gut feeling that will let you know what your true passion could be.
It’s never too late or too early. Once you get that thought in your head that you could do bigger and better, and you start becoming passionate about something… break that cycle. You might have to wake up a little earlier, socialize less, party less, sleep less… but hey I did all that already in my basic life so what are you really sacrificing?
So today I find myself at the Starbucks that started it all for me and guess what?
I’m a random person sitting in a corner smiling, loving life, typing away on my computer!
I don’t have money, I’m not living luxuriously, I still do have a basic life, but I’m also doing something that makes ME feel good inside, makes ME feel important and accomplished.
Lounging at Starbucks is inspiring for me. No matter how many people come and go, I’m in my own bubble doing what I love. Everyone is here doing something important for them even if that means just stopping by for a cup of coffee, that’s where I started, now I’m the one lounging!
Remember God is good and we are all uniquely special! We are created by God and he makes no mistakes. No other one like yourself, even identical twins are different.
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