You Write It Wednesday

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Is there something you’ve always wanted to do but never had the courage to follow through?

I’ve always dreamed of owning a small business. Maybe a little, friendly coffee shop with local, weekly entertainment. I want an environment where people can come in and feel welcome, at home. A place for conversation and connecting, laughing and belonging. Someday I hope to make it reality.

How about you? Tell me something you’ve always wanted to do.

The Friendly Alternative

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As I sit here in Starbucks, I think of how long I’ve dreamed of opening up my own coffee shop. Instead of people sitting across from their laptops, I would want it to be a friendly little place where people smile and say hello and engage in boring conversations about absolutely nothing. The important point here though, is I want people to interact and notice one another. I want it to be a place you can walk in and everyone will treat each other as a friend. There are plenty of places around town that serve mainly as a study or work station, but I would want my little shop to be A Friendly Little Alternative. Maybe that is what I’d call it. I would play the music low so that the sound of people’s voices would drown out the usually terrible music blaring from the speakers. Even as I type, the music in here is killing me. I feel like I am at a broadway musical where they keep singing the same tune over and over with different words. It’s hard to concentrate. I want my place to be a little coffee cubby where someone could relax the day away. With seats so comfortable they are like a gigantic hug. But then I hear the saxophone now blaring out of the speaker and it is a reminder of where I am and how desperately this town really could use A Friendly Little Alternative. What is your experience with coffee shops and what would you like to see different? I’d love to hear about it.

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A Chance Encounter

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I had a rare and odd encounter this afternoon at a local Starbucks. There I was, sitting with a friend, when all of a sudden I felt a presence. I turned to see where it was coming from as a man walked through the door. It was no surprise at all, that he ended up sitting directly across from us because I knew, for whatever reason, we were meant to cross paths. I noticed as the man sat down that he appeared to be meditating. His eyes were slightly open and I could see a small part of the whites of his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to lean forward and engage in conversation with us. He was incredibly and refreshingly friendly and it was nice to have someone extend a conversation. So often, I sit in that same chair and watch people pass by. It’s almost as if I am invisible, the way they brush past me, seeing nothing but the phone they are staring down at in their hand. But this man was different.

It’s so funny how 2 people can see the same situation in such a different way. My friend was a bit leery of this man and referred to him as theatrical. She didn’t feel he was being genuine and I had to ask her this question. Is it maybe that people are so disingenuous that we can no longer recognize its counterpart in a crowd? Maybe, we have become so accustomed to people not looking into our eyes, or not extending acknowledgement of another’s presence that we look beyond the beautiful gift someone offers us when they acknowledge ours? It has definitely left me with something I cant help but give a great deal of thought.

She also told me that when I stepped away he threw his hands up and starting chanting. A few weeks ago, I might have considered this man mad, but now after practicing yoga and meditation myself, I understood him in a new way. He bid us farewell as he closed his eyes and reached his hand in our direction. My guess is he was sending energy, as he said he could feel we were going to have a wonderful 2013 and he would remember to keep our family’s in his prayers. I couldn’t help but hope, as I drove away, that there would be more people just like Nathan that would cross my path in the future. People that leave me feeling important and not making me wonder if my existence matters.