My First Coffee Date

I think it’s most appropriate for you to get to know me through the story of my first coffee date…

To preface this, I don’t consider coffee dates to exclusively be romantic. They can be between friends, coworkers, loved ones, and even enemies. My first coffee date was with my mom. My mom is an avid coffee drinker who fostered my love for coffee, but I didn’t drink my first cup of *real* coffee until I was about thirteen. My mom thought it might stunt my growth, and I’m already short as it is. Instead, she would make me coffee milk – about a fourth of a cup of coffee mixed with plenty of milk and sugar.

When I was finally old enough to drink coffee (and also old enough for The Talk), my mom decided to make a weekend out of it and take a trip to the lake. We had a spa day, drank sparkling grape juice, cooked supper together, and then watched movies until we fell asleep. The next morning, we had our first coffee date. She told me about the importance of being a woman and the responsibilities that I carry with me each day. She also explained to me the gravity of my words and the power that each conversation we have with one another holds. It was an important weekend in my personal coming of age story – which I fully intend to make into a comedy on Netflix someday, so look out for that.

From that weekend on, my morning cup of coffee has become my time of reflection each day, as cliche as that sounds. It’s the time I take each morning to reflect on the day before, to prepare for the day ahead, and to wonder about all of the difficult, and not so difficult, things that I experience in each phase of my life.

In this blog, I’d like to share those things with you. I’d like to write down my “coffee thoughts” and hopefully connect with you over the things that we have in common, and the things that maybe we’re both thinking but haven’t said aloud yet.

So anyway, that’s my story and I hope that it interests you enough to keep reading. Regardless, I’m happy you’re here!