coffee date

I'm taking an idea from my dear friend Cassie. And today you and I are having coffee.

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We'd talk pens and planners first thing, mostly because I'd have to move all of mine so that you'd have room at the table. I've been here a few hours already, getting some work done. I welcome the distraction. We'd talk about the new horizontal Erin Condren planner. It is so incredibly beautiful and will be a great home for my yoga journal. But, as is the norm lately, I'd lament that they messed up my order and didn't include one of my purchases. They were timely in offering me a reprint or a refund, but still. It is hard to be a supporter of beautiful products when the customer service is so hit or miss. And when I can't depend on my order being correct when I receive it. We'd talk about nerdy things like pen bleed and post-its and then we'd move on to coloring books made for adults. We'd acknowledge that we have found *our people* and laugh.

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You'd tell me about your busy season with work, about how your boss tries his best to be supportive but everything kinda sucks right now. I'd nod my head emphatically. I've been there. I'd try not to just gush lovey-dovey details about my new job, but I'd fail. I'd tell you how I feel so at home. I spent my morning writing an article about the history of a local race, and I plan on spending my afternoon writing an article about a running clinic that is coming to town. AND THEN I get to go to a running club later today. I plan on starting Couch to 5K today. I know I won't have to start at day 1, but I plan on it. Because I just need to keep my transitions easy right now. I've got a lot of plates spinning, but they are manageable. You'd tell me about how you are finding joy in your spin classes and which of my yoga classes you enjoy.

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And then we'd talk about yoga. How sometimes you just have to know when to bail. Whether it is a pose you just aren't ready for. Or a teacher that you just don't connect with. Or a book that just seems way to woo-woo. Yoga is one of those things where you take what speaks to you, and you leave the rest. I'd tell you about how it breaks my heart that I am no longer teaching Friday night classes. I really wanted the class to work, but it just doesn't. I don't know if it is the day, or the time, or the location, or what. But it just wasn't working, no matter how badly I wanted it to. We would brainstorm possibilities that are in front of me and I'd feel better.

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You'd tell me that you saw me post a picture from Miranda's visit this weekend. I'd shake my head as I relived our adventures. This girl, friend. The joy she brings into my home. There is a level of comfort with her that is just the best. We'll figure out a time when we can all get together. Because that needs to happen. You'll love her.

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Then, as it always does, conversation will circle around to love. Love of our families. Love of our homes and our lives. And I'll tell you all about my sweet Nathan. He is just always in my corner. My biggest cheerleader. I have absolutely no filter with this guy. He comes to my yoga class when no one else does. We play around to find a comfortable expression of his yoga. We figure things out together. We figure out all things together.

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I'd apologize that I need to cut our date short, but I've got to get home. I'm excited about my leftover enchiladas (filling is from my favorite recipe of all time - thanks Cassie!) and I'm hoping to get my writing done this afternoon. I've also been sitting here too long and I really need to do some yoga against my car before I head home.

We'll do this again soon!