At what point does the shit stop hitting the fan?
At what point do we stop speaking and start acting?
When do we choose gratitude for what is, over fear of what has not yet come?
Is it when we decide to grow up and turn off the fan?
Like a child turning off the night light?
To open the window and accept the gentle breeze not created by our own hands?
And for crying out loud why was that fan even there anyway?
I'm trying to Be.
I have been succeeding on and off throughout my days lately.
Ever get the feeling that you can tell when you've matured just one notch more?
You can't really explain it but theres a certain change in your demeanor, thought process and stride?
That happened to me last week.
Its funny because it was not anything anyone did, it was just acknowledging that someone/something existed.
------------------------------- less serious things below:
I HAVE A JOB! I work at Noble Coffee Roasters in Ashland, Oregon.
Today was our first day open, it was pretty crazy, it was good.
I interviewed yesterday and am the newest part of the team.
I think i work at the best place in town, hands down.
You could not find a better group of people all willing to work their butts off
and help each other out in the process.
It's unique because I get to be part of a dream coming true for some people
that i really respect and enjoy, and that is a good feeling.
There is more purpose than to just make money, i guess, but i get the feeling
that we will have the hippest spot in town. Good Coffee, Good Food, Good Beer & Wine, and
by far the best atmosphere of any place in town.
Stop by and say hi!
Did i mention we've got indoor bike racks? because we do.
peace,
-Andy
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