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  • That One Barista
    Published 8 days ago
    Say Hello to Self Love

    Say Hello to Self Love

    As I'm sitting here listening to Britney Spear's first album, and her track number five, "Born To Make You Happy," I cannot help but think about if she redid that track in 2019 how it would sound. There is always so much talk about making our significant other happy, but what about our own self? How can we love someone else, if we do not even have enough self love for our own being? Lately, I have been learning some things, and I wanted to pass them along for whoever needed them; because 2019 is the year of self love, and 2020 is just going to keep it going... So here are a few things I learned, or took with me as I processed this self love journey, and what I did to cope. Self love is a personal journey, and it is the most satisfying thing I have ever done for myself.
  • That One Barista
    Published 8 days ago
    I Needed You to Find Myself

    I Needed You to Find Myself

    Heartbreak of any kind can be like getting dealt a bad hand in any card game. Heartbreak from friendships, relationships or even memories. I think people would never think of having a heartbreak from a memory. But when I listen to Selena Gomez's new song, I think of the heartbreak from a two and a half year relationship that I had with coffee, aka my old job. I saw the signs that it was not going to be my forever, I gave it my all by memorizing all of this towns' coffee orders. I needed to lose that job to find myself, and realize my worth in anything. I would've never honestly thought about losing that job would be as hard as it was. I loved, breathed and dreamt about that job. It was my everything, and everyone around me knew it. When I lost the job, I cried the whole way home, and had no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I contemplated so many job ideas, and nothing honestly made any sense. I had finally gotten a job at a local grocery store, that led me to meeting whom I call my "little sister," and a few other amazing people. After that job, I never in a million years would think I would go back to making coffee for people. But here I am, waking up early again to make people coffee, and loving every moment of it. Yes, waking up at 2:30 in the morning two days a week to open is exhausting, but my coworkers make it worth it. We never honestly realize how much we see certain people during the week until we really think about it. We see our coworkers around 20-40 hours a week, and sometimes that is more than we see our own family. When coming into this job that I have now, the beginning was exactly like my first job, and I saw the signs this time, but handled it in a completely different way; and for that I am completely proud of myself. My first job taught me a lot of things, and for that I am forever grateful but the one thing it didn't teach me, was how to lose the first love of your life. In the end, it did; but not for a very long time. Even to this day, my Timehop is of memories of that job, and I am continuing to choose to not dwell on the past; but man, did I miss a lot of the signs... Being a barista for two and a half years at a place where dreams were made to come true, was exhilarating in some parts. Holiday launches were fun because the flavors to this day are my favorite. Chestnut Praline in my Chai will forever be my staple now. I learned how to work, how to be independent in my own worth and about friendships. I will never forget the friendships I thought I had. But those friendships taught me for future friendships that were similar, and boy do circles just keep going sometimes. I think the thing I miss most is the connections I made with certain customers, and to this day—I will never forget them. This job will forever be apart of who I am, and who I was. Dealing with this heartbreak has not been the easiest, but I am making it. Strides everyday, and every moment. I have some of the best coworkers at my job now, and I am forever thankful for that. Being a barista for some people is just a paycheck, but for me it will always be about connections with people just by handcrafting a beverage or handing them a coffee. I am forever meant to be a barista, and I am thankful God has shown me that. Here's to the heartbreak of my first love, and to many more, but in that it is more of a lesson than anything. I needed to lose that job, to find my true calling—and no matter what I am thankful to be a barista
  • That One Barista
    Published 29 days ago
    Rapid Ariana Movement

    Rapid Ariana Movement

    Ariana Grande is a household name, but how many songs do you really enjoy by her that are not as popular? Can you even name one that is not as popular as "7 Rings," "Thank U, Next" or "Boyfriend"? Well, I am going to give you ten songs to listen to that are MY absolute favorites that are not as popular as the ones you hear on the radio… because let’s face it, Ariana is queen.
  • That One Barista
    Published 30 days ago
    New York Has My Heart

    New York Has My Heart

    In October of 2017, my mom and I took a trip to New York. My whole life I wanted to visit New York city, as it was my dream trip. When we first got there, I had no idea that my heart would be forever taken. New York City was everything I had heard about and imagined. New York City was as beautiful as I had ever known it to be on television. TRL was my first love and will forever hold a spot in my heart, as it should. So of course the first thing we saw and I wanted to sink my whole heart into was TRL. Knowing that they were live that whole week I was there made it even better. I kept looking for my good ole' buddy Ed Sheeran, but only saw him from afar.
  • That One Barista
    Published 30 days ago
    It Is Well

    It Is Well

    It has been 682 days without you. 682 days without your laughter, without your advice, without your love here physically in this house. The last 682 days have been the hardest 682 days of my life. No one ever teaches you about the hard lessons of life, like losing your mother. One day you are asking her how to get your contacts and about pink eye and the next she's gone. I think the one thing that these last 682 days have taught me is how to be strong, how to love fiercely without asking questions and how to live every day like it might be my last. I had 24 magnificent years with my mom, and a lifetime of memories. But there's a few things I wish I had known before that I learned along the way from God, including how to have enough faith in Him.