another night at starbucks (yes, that's where i'm working). i'm being timed as i'm training on the coffee machine, coming in waaaaay undertime and loving it. three drinks in nine minutes is mandatory, i did it in 5, first time making those drinks and i'd only practiced twice on each drink. a lot to remember, and when the quacks come out and want their half-caff yaya whoseywhatsey latte, i gotsta make it. and so i shall.
it's way better than running myself ragged at the clothes store though.
and i'm all hopped up on the beverages, but loving it. i highly recommend the peppermint white chocolate mocha--my drink of choice of late.
i rang at the grocery store after getting off at starbucks, which is nice, because i get to work since i'm awake anyway. got home around 11:30.
now, to reckon with the sleep situation.
try to go to sleep straight off, is a good idea, but one i seldom opt for.
so here i am. wishing for words and wanting to say so much but since i can't i keep my days filled to overflowing. i can't keep up the pace. i know this.
but i made a decision this weekend to start moving toward joy. to go fully after it, wrestle it to the ground, rope it and tie it if i have to. (i've been watching a lot of rodeo and bull riding lately, plus LOTS of military shows. i have always had an affinity for the military, but now, it enlarges my compassion in ways i can't begin to explain. it reminds me of what others will do and go through for those they love--even for those they don't know).
i should write something like a paper, but i probably won't.
i'm rambling on. but it is well.
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"To mortal mind were sometimes lent, To mortal musing sometimes sent, To whisper--even when it seems but memory's fantasy of dreams--Through the mind's waste of woe and sin, Of an immortal origin!" Ah, to thee oh 'slender raven' of hunger and worry drain, stay yet still upon the steps of heavens loft where glory reveal thou pen of weeping tears to guide, where only God and hawks know the dreaming little girl become fat in 'growing love' bowing beneath your feet with ever closing scent.
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