Our first blog was about coffee, croissants, and friends who listen, encourage and empower us.
I wrote about croissants and promised to write about coffee at some other point in time.
It seems fit that as I feel the blog winding down, and am preparing to say goodbye, the coffee is what I have come back to.
When I wrote that first post, a year and a half ago, I didn't drink coffee. Now I do. Too much of it maybe.
I always thought coffee was for grownups. I'd drink soda, sparkly water, water, fruity teas... not coffee.
I may have grown up in more ways than one, then. I love coffee. And black tea with a splash of milk and maybe even a spoon of sugar when I'm indulging myself. And lattes. And cappuccinos. And... I'm sure you get the picture.
This blog has been a gift in finding my voice and in learning to listen to myself.
The first post has Clara and Jane sitting in a cafe and Jane is telling Clara about her aspirations, whispering, because telling another means she will no longer be able to hide it from herself. Confession of a dream or an aspiration brings both the joy of sharing a dream, but also the accountability inherent in having someone else know...
This blog has been a place where I have shared aspirations and dreams and goals. Lofty ones. Like:
"But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs." (Middlemarch - George Elliot)
It has been a place to stretch my muscles and seek my voice.
It has been a place I have come to to hear myself and to read myself and to try to reach into those recesses that I would rather pretend did not exist. I usually need to "think out loud". This blog was a place where I was allowed to think out loud and I very much appreciate it.
"I'd like to know your thoughts."
She said, "I'm still thinking. Maybe I'll tell you when I'm done."
He laughed. "I'll look forward to it. But you might never get done, you know. Thinking is endless." (Lila - Marilynne Robinson)
Thank you for sharing this journey.
I have learned SO much about food. I went from barely being able to cook and cooking only occasionally to now being competent in the kitchen (nothing like Libby, but I can feed people much better now!).
I have learned so much more about myself. I may like myself less sometimes (you can't un-know your darkness once you face it), but I think I love myself more. In coming to terms with my humanity, I have been learning to find the strength that comes from weakness, imperfection, and Grace.
Thank you for cheering me on throughout this journey... and for your encouragement and listening ear.
I think this is goodbye - at least for now.