He said "it ain't easy being green..." I say, "it ain't easy being. Period."
Too early to be up on a day off, I left my car at the shop for a tune-up and zombie-walked over to Four Barrel for some caffeine. Groggy, confused and mesmerized by the intricate leaf design in my latte I reach for my laptop.
Oh yeah, I do remember reading some ridiculous Yelp rant about this at some point. Forced to sit and scribble on my yellow pad instead I start to wonder... Why is it so hard to just be here?
If I set down this writing I'm alone, vulnerable and with my thoughts: What am I doing here anyway? Who are these hipsters walking in and what are they thinking about? Did the barista judge me for my attempt at Internet connection?
Thoughts. Stories. Mental clutter! None of this is reality, right? If I put down this pencil I will have to sit here and exist. So much harder than it sounds! Perhaps the discomfort is due to the fact that so much of our culture promotes avoidance and escapism. Perhaps Four Barrel is more than just your average aesthetically pleasing coffee shop but, in fact, a revolutionary concept, challenging us multi-taskers to chill. Sit. Drink. Relax.
Well, this could be my imagination or another story I've created to amuse myself but either way, I'm rising to the challenge. I'm going to sit, be present and mindfully sip my latte, which happens to be quite delicious.
I am here. Here is where I am.
Time to be.