I wake up earlier than the rest of the house every day, just to take a little extra “me” time before feeling guilty about it. I take a shower, get dressed, take the dogs out and then make a cup of coffee for myself….before sitting down in front of my laptop for blogging / design work / blog browsing, etc.
A coffee date with myself happens daily. So this morning, I’m going to share my cup of joe with you!
If we were on a coffee date…
…I’d tell you that I have an addiction to Starbucks Iced Coffee. Black. With a couple pumps of flavor. And that no matter how many times I try to make it myself I can’t make it as good as they do. They must use magic. Or crack. Something about coffee made by someone else makes it taste better. Why is that?
…I’d laugh and then show you the picture of the current state of my craft room. And then quickly correct myself and call it my “studio space”…you know, to sound cooler than I am. I tried to simply move my printer off of the shelf above my desk and as I unplugged it, I knocked something over, which knocked over my entire computer. It CRASHED to the ground. And then everything on my desk seemed to have been vomited off of my desk all at once. Which then lead to me wanting to move my entire room around, to make better use of the small space I’m in. So it’s a mess and I know that I’ll be spending my entire day on it.
…I’d tell you that change is coming for my business. And that it might not seem big to anyone else, but something I’ve gotten used to over the last few months is going to be gone and I’m nervous about staying afloat at first. I know I’ll figure it out. But there’s going to be a transition period where I’ll be in panic mode 24/7.
…I’d tell you that I didn’t think blogging as often as I do (with the help of Be a Better Bloggger) would be worth it. That not enough people visit my corner of the web enough to make it a “thing”. But it’s actually nice because it drives me to try and think of something every day that I can share. Big or small. Even coffee date / brain dumps.
…I would sheepishly admit that I’d never heard of the term “mug rug” before. But now I want one. Because they’re cute. And because my drinks are always melting all over my desk and I don’t think coasters are as adorable as a small quilted item.
…I’d tell you that, despite how crazy and worked up I can get about things, life is good. It’s always good. We are trucking along and building off of old dreams / creating new ones. But our house is still a mess and I can’t control that. I never will.