Yesterday, I walked into Starbucks to grab some caffeine before an after work watching little ones dance date with friends. It was fall out. Like the kind of fall which deserves a capital letter. Fall. Like the kind of sun which isn't a full in your face affair but more of an arm around your shoulder. Fall. My favorite.
I ordered for others and then I ordered for myself, "I'll take a tall blonde roast for right now and a venti unsweetened iced green tea for about fifteen minutes from now."
It was that kind of a caffeine need.
When I walked out of Starbucks after some banter and a few sips of that hot coffee goodness, I thought to myself as I breathed in deeply the fall air, this is the kind of thing I used to write about. The good stuff of life. But now I just tend to make mental notes instead and live in moments instead.
There is something about writing though. It's different. It makes me feel a bit deeper and appreciate a bit more and notice a bit more.
It's like a couple weekends ago, when I actually bought a unicorn bicycle helmet in Toys R Us...that is the stuff of needs to be written down. So one day I can look back and be all, remember when I was thirty and I went to a toy store with Danae and her kids and I bought a freaking unicorn bicycle helmet because love a duck I just had to.
Writing it down.
Unicorn bike helmets. And here's where I could get all deep and go to the place that looks something this...really I think we should we all go through life wearing a unicorn helmet. A little bit of protection for tough stuff but an overall delusional outlook. Delusional in a good way. A very good way.
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