the t-word

Yesterday my boss Melanie asked me if I was ready for this next transition in my life. I asked her if she's ever ready for transitions in her life because I can't think of a single one that I really felt "ready" for. Today was my last day working as a barista at Organica. I would say that maybe it was my last day working as a barista, but let's be honest, that would probably be too bold. I feel like I'm stepping slightly into the unknown here. I am leaving a full-time dependable coffee job for a part-time, not sure how long it's gonna last, design job. But, amidst all the unknown, I can't help but feel at peace about it all.
My time at Organica has been good. I can't complain about the way I've spent the last two months. And although Melanie, the therapist-turned-coffee-shop-owner, is now threatening to charge me for her advice, I plan to stay in touch with that part of my life. So here I am, at the brink of a transition....or still in the middle of a transition that has been going on since I stepped on the westbound plane out of London-just at another step in the process.

About a month ago my Uncle Hank was in town and he questioned why I had stopped blogging. I didn't have a good excuse except that I had nothing to blog about. But as soon as those words were voiced I heard my sixth grade lit teacher telling me that we all have something to write about, we just have to accept that and decide to write. So here I am, I'm trying to decide.