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SHE’S A REG

SHE’S A REG

There’s no greater feeling than walking into a coffee shop with your head up, shoulders back…

*whips off shades like you just erased the memories of a bunch of UFO witnesses*

…proudly grinning as you accept nods from all of the workers.

You basically own the place.

This is your joint ayyeee.

You don’t even have to order.

Your drink is already made.

Total badass vibes lemme tell ya.

I’d say I am a regular at two stellar sites for caffeine: Macy’s European Coffee House (Flagstaff, AZ since the 1980’s) & Elevate Coffee Company (Phoenix, AZ & make sure to order the blended dirty chai with almond milk). These places make my actual home feel more like a second home. Regardless of the circumstances, I always end up at these coffee shops somehow, whether it’s to type a blog post, attempt to do homework, or just chillAXE (go lumberjacks) & sip some flesh-burning black coffee. It’s actually kinda funny because I am currently typing this at Macy’s right now. Pssshhh don’t act so shocked!!!

But in all seriousness, being a regular provides me with somewhat of a sanctuary on the worst of days. Having somewhere to go that you are familiar with & always feel welcomed is comforting. Having a window seat to run away to when you’re completely lost, to look out at the strangers with mysterious stories, & reevaluate your entire existence is a luxury everyone should experience. It’s how to keep upright in this wild, insane universe.

Becoming a regular is similar to relationships.

When you initially see the building, your judgement on whether to go inside or not is that same judgement that made you swipe right on that dog Tinder account.

You can’t force a genuine bond; it will develop overtime on its own. It’ll probably take a super dramatic moment in your life, where you find yourself with nowhere to go….& BAM. You hide away in your local coffee shop. Alone, yet not alone– surrounded by others who may not be acknowledging you with anything more than a half smile or a “can I take your order”.

But sometimes all we really need is the simple act of someone holding the door open for us.

I was planning on this blog post being more of a joke, but DAAAMMMNN the wind shifted directions & I got deep & emotional for a second there. Noice.

I was planning on providing you with some useful tips (actually not useful, but I was going to pretend to be a wise ultra genius like I normally do with goal of making ya kidz chuckle a bit). But as I am sitting here, right now, pondering. {{Fun fact: I originally typed “thinking” but DAMMMNN the word “pondering” makes me sound intellectual & gives off more of the Ernest Hemingway feel rather than the illiterate child I often portray.}}

Well, anyways, I was ruminating (brb just one-upped pondering yo *flips table*) & I have decided to leave you with one vital piece of information…

Find somewhere that fills you with content. Somewhere to take cover when the world is raining on you. Somewhere that’ll catch you off guard when you realize that you are smiling for no reason whatsoever. Being a regular may seem a little weird–

but I swear, there’s just something about being able to walk into a coffee shop, where maybe everyone knows your face, your name, & your order, but no further questions asked–

you can just breathe.



2 thoughts on “SHE’S A REG”

    • Thank you so much! I can’t put into words how much that means to me! I always try to be genuine and talk as if I were speaking to my friends!

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