Sometimes I go to a coffee shop for coffee, sometimes I go because I’m drowning in the middle of the waves of life, and a latte with a journal to write in is a life preserver and a breath of fresh air! Two years ago I was one wave away from going completely under, so I left my screaming toddler and our other kiddos with my husband and drove as fast as I could to the escape of a vanilla latte and some coffee shop jazz. Since writing is always a good way for me to decompress, I found a notebook in the back seat of my minivan before I went inside.
As I sipped and sat in stillness, my brain gradually quit swirling with thoughts of diaper changes and laundry and phone calls I needed to return… and I began to focus on some thoughts that had been flitting in and out of my mind for a while. The thoughts seemed a bit jumbled, so I just started to write to make some sense of them. What I ended up with was the most honest assessment of my heart I had made in a long time. Continue reading