Thank you Starbucks...

Today couldn't be going more perfect. Today is all mine, and with it I will do what I please. It started just under 2 hours ago, which is exactly the time I would hope to get up on a day off. There is a fine line between the right amount of sleep and too much sleep. Had I slept any longer I would have woken with an anxious feeling, like I had wasted part of my day. Luckily, I opened my eyes before that feeling had a chance to reach me. After pulling myself together and getting some laundry started, I decided it would be a perfect day for homework at Starbucks. Or in my case right now, writing my blog at Starbucks. So I put on my favorite fall outfit (leggings, poncho, and boots), and made my way down Clinton Street toward my current location. This is not the closest Starbucks to me, in fact there are 3 others that are within a few blocks. However, I knew this one, unlike others, would have a place for me to sit. And sure enough, it does. Here I sit in an oversized green chair, steaming Venti Regular coffee sits patiently to my right. A sprinkle of cinnamon rests on top, giving me the fall spice taste without the calories. And a couple school projects sit in the back of my head, just waiting for me to complete them so I can move on with my life. And I will, I will finish them today. I love days like today for that reason also, it gives me a chance to catch up on things, get things done and out of my way. I am squeezing an extra amount in this week to free up my weekend. My parents will make their way to the city on Saturday morning, and the 3 days that follow will be devoted to them. They will get to see what I've been doing, what I have created, and how far I've come in the four months since they've been here. Not much has changed in the city, and they did just see me three weeks ago. But the combination of me and Chicago is where they will see a difference. 


As I look around, I can't help but smile. If you haven't noticed, I try to make the best out of every situation I am put in. Or maybe I just always try to create my own good situations. Either way, my fear of this quickly passing life forces me to slow it down. I have to make time stop, even if only for a few seconds. My other fear of regret has a hand in helping me do this. The more snapshots I take of this life, the better. The more deep breaths I take, the better I feel. And the more experiences I am able to soak up, the happier I will be.