Journal entry from three years ago today:
Today I sat in the coffee shop where I work
and ate a pastry and had a small cup of coffee
while I read Harry Potter.
I rode my bike there.
I had this thought:
I am just about everything that I ever wanted to be.
I am that quirky barista with her cats and small loft.
I ride my bike everywhere I go
and I sit in cafes and read Harry Potter.
I am now at the library for fun, just writing,
and I am going to look for a cardigan.
Then I am going to go home and clean
and do some yoga and cook a nice lunch
before I water my garden.
I will spend the day watching movies
or just napping with my cats.
It should be a nice Thursday off!
I am who I am supposed to be and that feels weird.
I can accomplish the things I set my heart and mind to.
I know who I see myself as in the future, and I really hope to be her.
I see a writer and artist living in the city,
making plans to open a coffee shop.
She grows her own food and she makes her own clothes.
She rides her bike around the park on a cool fall day
and she has coffee with her partner.
She does yoga, and she meditates
and she plays the ukulele.
She is planning a trip somewhere exotic
and she goes hiking on the weekends.
I can almost close my eyes and feel her.
She is wearing her favourite overalls and she is sitting
on her porch without shoes
and she is rocking in her chair with her cat.
Coffee is in her mug and it is raining.
That is who I am,
who I will be.
It is a Thursday today,
and I am exactly who I want to be.
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Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)