Donnedy coffee coordinator hat once again today and put everything in place for a whopping 40 orders. Thankfully the place we got our drinks from today is an old haunt who know the drill. They were pretty pleased to see me personally because I have such a honed system in place to tick off names and help the baristas out where I can. Years of actual coffee making experience put to practical use once again.
The coffee run was a fun baby project to help take my mind off the fact that tomorrow marks another year of aging for me. Birthdays have somehow shifted away from something I have untempered enthusiasm for, into something more existential. There's that nagging feeling telling me I have once again hit a milestone with very little to show for it, but I think I'm just a bit down on myself. I gave my 31 to two TV shows in the making. Minus Christmas and hiatus dates, I worked and worked some more, earning plenty of dosh but perhaps missing out on some other things as a result. My free time is somewhat limited and I always feel the pressure to spend it well, which in turn feels like my fun has been scheduled which makes me feel like I'm always on the clock.
32 has oddly been a year I've looked up to. Two feet firmly into 30, but still young at heart. Perhaps some of my life wisdom will tell me to slow down, take stock and cherish what I value most. And maybe just maybe, write my Great American Novel.
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