One of my long-time favourite bloggers, Jenna, from Eat Live Run started a series in 2012 called virtual coffee dates. Once a month, she takes the time to tell her readers exactly what she would tell them if they were sitting together, sipping lattes while people watching and catching up on the latest news in each others lives. I love the idea and I am going to test it out here for a while so you can all get to know the real me.
If we were having coffee right now I would tell you how bummed I am that my best friend is moving to Calgary in 3 weeks. Yes, it is only 3 hours away. But I am losing my real coffee date, the person whose office is one street over that can meet me at the drop of a hat at our local coffee-house. The bridesmaid in my wedding, the first good friend I had after moving here. It is hard to make close friends as an adult.
I’d tell you that in the new year, I actually have a resolution to find a church family. You would come to know that it is a huge gap in my life that nothing else will fill.
I’d tell you that I accidentally shattered a nail polish bottle in the grocery store the other day. It was mortifying and I had baby blue polish all over my hands.
I’d tell you that while doing our new years day clean up this morning (like spring cleaning but better), J asked me what I plan on doing with my wedding dress. It is stuffed in a clear garment bag in the storage room exactly like I left it the day after the wedding.
I’d tell you that I got a tiny anchor tattooed on the top of my foot last month. That I took almost 2 years to mull it over after rescuing a set of anchor cufflinks that were my grandpa’s when my dad and I went to Scotland to clear out my Grans house after she passed. He was in the navy. (side note – the anchor is also one of the earliest symbols of Christianity, you know, before they started writing fish symbols in the sand). I would also tell you not to tell my mom. She is still not quite over the other one.
I’d tell you about how dreadful I am at meditating in yoga. My mind wanders immediately to how hungry I am, and dreams about lattes. So un-yogi of me I know.