It Started With Coffee
I love coffee; I absolutely love it. I drink way more than I care to admit and honestly think about it with fond thoughts when I find it is not within reach. I know how I like my coffee and rarely tend to stray from my standard order at my local coffee house. This little fact got me thinking, that I have been drinking the same mocha for more years than I care to share. I thought, why not have a little fun and adventure with it. I drink coffee every day, sometimes twice a day, even if I try something new and hate it. I still have yesterdays cup to remember and tomorrows cup to look forward to fondly. Why not lose a little control and live a little.
I looked at my barista said that I wanted a 16oz iced coffee, but their rest was up to her. In essence, I looked at her hopeful and full of adventure and said, "Take it away." When my order was up, she pleasantly surprised me with a vanilla sweet cream coffee, which I quite enjoyed.
This idea sparked running adventure in my life where I let go of control, look at someone, and say, "Take it away."
My youngest secretly loves to experiment in the kitchen. Most of his experiments are not that tasty and sometimes invoke a terrible feeling within my stomach. I know that he has a blast so I thought, why not give a little and let his culinary mind run free. After my youngest walking into the door after school, I informed him that we would be having chicken for dinner because I had already pulled it out this morning, but the rest was up to him. I handed him the metaphorical keys to the kitchen and said, "take it away, chef."
His effort and enthusiasm earn him an immediate and impressive 10/10 from me. With each dish he prepares, his culinary skill is increasing, and there is nothing I love more than see him genuinely smile the biggest smile. So even though it might not be what I want to eat, nor may my taste buds be that fond of it. Handing the kitchen and dinner duty over to him is something I will definitely make sure to do more often.
I am a black on black kind of girl when it comes to fashion. I wear black in the Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. Regardless of the season, you can surely bet that you will see me in the color black more times than not. Every once and a while, I do venture out and add a little color to my outfits, but those occasions are few and far between. Mostly with me accenting my black with a neutral color like a shade of brown or white.
One afternoon I found myself in one of my favorite stores trying a few things on. Solely on a whim, I tried on a shades of blue striped dress. Not only am a not really a fan of color, but I am also not a fan of stripes. I wish I could rock them, I, however, don't feel like they look right on me. In turn, making me feel uncomfortable, and when it comes to fashion, comfort is a high ranking need in my book. So just on the hanger this dress already was a 0/10 from me, but why not, "take it away" so to speak and just try it on. I have absolutely nothing to lose, but maybe a few moments is your being picky. In no way am I exaggerating, but from the moment I slipped on that dress, a new me emerged. I not only loved the dress, but I was also completely floored with how spectacular it made me feel and look. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that the shades of blue stripe dress would be my new favorite dress
Losing control and living a little might sound scary and seem like you need to jump off of a cliff into the wind to do so, but in my opinion, the small things can mean and do just as much for you. I may not have fought a bull in that dressing room, but if you saw my gleaming smile, tall, proud stance, and sparkle in my eye you would have thought I might have just come out the other end victorious against a raging beast as such.
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