Ten years ago that I became part of the opening crew at the Collier Town Square Store.
Ten years ago that I began my journey towards understanding adulthood, maturity, and responsibility.
Ten years ago that I sipped my first cup of freshly brewed, sunny Ethiopia Yirgacheffe, and compared it to the lemony brightness of Kenya.
Ten years ago that I made friends I still think about almost daily, with whom I faltered along as we grew into real-life "grown-ups".
|Ten years ago: day one on the job.|
Ten years ago that I realized I actually liked coffee. Like, really, really liked it.
Ten years ago, when I was twenty-two and still expected to make a living in the arts. (Don't laugh.)
Ten years ago, when I was still starry-eyed about the opposite sex, and continually hoped that HE would walk through the door and somehow be impressed with my knowledge of Arabica coffee beans.
Ten years ago, when my whole life seemed to lie ahead of me and I couldn't wait to run out and grab it.
A few months of working in a coffee shop turned into a "real" job, one where I was working my way up the corporate ladder. My closest friends were managers who poured into me, who taught me to take responsibility for my choices. Two of them taught me things I would never forget. The first thing was that perception was everything. To most people, truth doesn't matter, but what they think is true does. The second thing was that you have the right to make your own decisions if you can defend them. The worst choice you can make is the arbitrary one.
|No apron here, though I WAS barefoot |
and pregnant, ten years later...
Why is this all important?
|Today, THIS little peanut is my boss.|
But, in ten years, I have yet to amass those kinds of friends.
Mine are more homebodies. Not much for clubbing, never were. More likely to invite me over for fondue than for a night on the town. Which suits me just fine.
I'll bring dessert.