Mornings Are The Enemy

I promise you when I tell you, I am NOT a morning person. Its not that I don’t want to be, I just can’t do it. I envy the people that can wake up ( when its still dark out), and be energized and ready to go, but at the same time, I hate those people. I hate those people, because they are the people that have so much energy at the ass crack of dawn, they drain the little energy I have at that time. As much as I love to see you happy at 5 a.m, with eyes wide open, give me my time to open my own eyes, and I’ll talk to you in a few hours. Why would I pick to work at a coffee house, when their only hours of operation are from 6 am to 2 pm?

I LOVE being done early.

At 2 pm, I am able to still have a full day ( in my mind). I’d take this over a 9-5 job any day. If only I could sleep in later, and still be able to leave early.. I know what you’re thinking. ” She’s lazy!” Well, call me what you want, but if anyone knows if these paradise hours exist, leave a comment!

Heres to dreaming!


Playing Catch Up

One year ago today, would I ever believe where I am now?

Definitely not.

My thought process last year, at this time, was preparing for my son to be born, finding a typical desk job, and continue to take my classes at school, so that I’m able to provide a substantial income for my little family. My mind was constantly on “mommy mode”, keeping my ducks in a row, looking at every baby device, furniture, toys, clothes that were possible. Constantly trying to figure out where the bassinet and crib were going to fit, making sure he is on the best possible health insurance. Finishing my baby registry, and going to Dr. appointment after Dr. appointment. Everything revolved around my child. My entire life revolved around my son, and he wasn’t even born yet.

Presently, after trying a handful of “desk jobs” and failing to be satisfied with any of them, Ive found myself jobless, which wasn’t thrilling either. Let me tell you, being unemployed after a certain amount of time gave me a little too much time with my thoughts.I couldn’t take it. I hated not being busy. It made me realize, by staying busy, I hadn’t had time to think of all the shitty things Ive been going through, and constantly recapping and obsessing over the day my world fell apart.


Even though, I pretty much had to force myself to get up, and try to find something to occupy myself, but more importantly, my mind, I finally found a job. Having no prior experience in the food industry, I started working in the cutest little coffee shop ( may I add a very popular, extremely busy) coffee shop, right up the road from my house. I work with an incredible staff, a wonderful establishment that creates the best experience for their customers, and welcoming arms.

So here I am, one year later with a completely different mindset than last year. Childless, grieving, and attempting to pick up the pieces. It is truly amazing how quickly your life can change in less than a year.