It's been too long...almost a month, now since I have said anything here...today is supposed to be my black out, unplugged day from social media...so rather than pouring through new baby and proposal posts, I am here. It's snowing...yet again, and baby, it's cold outside. So, where am I with everything? I have set my sights on becoming a social media coach/strategist. Strangely I have been super slack this week with this endeavor, it didn't help I worked my "fake" job 5 days, and had jury duty and ended up serving on a criminal trial! What an adventure! Its a shame I didn't like school more, I think I would have been a fairly decent attorney, surely better than the one's that were on the case I juried. It was a long day at the court house for me. :) I learned alot and in the end glad I did it.
So back to my "fake" job...I am a 32 year old barista at Starbucks, which seems kinda ridiculous, considering I am educated and well 32! Strangely its actually a very mature and thought out move. After I separated from my long term boyfriend (and legally domestic partner) last September, I found myself a 31 year insurance agent, without health insurance. So I did what any educated, mature adult does, paid for a short term health insurance plan, and started working for a company that would give me great benefits only having to work part time for them. (I knew this fun fact because I worked for starbucks from the time I was 16 until 26!) Everybody wins, I get great health insurance, I get free coffee, and I make some interesting and very helpful connections. However I didn't anticipate working 70 + hours a week. Insurance sales is grueling and as a newbee I had to work my ass off. After 3 months and not 1 full day off, I was exhausted and had the very real realization that I didn't love insurance, so why was I torturing myself. I left insurance and spent some time slinging coffee, and soul searching...and like a ton os bricks, it hit me. I need to make something happen. So...fast forward 6 weeks and here we are...I am a 32 year barista, trying to start a new career and a new life and wow...it's an adventure. But I feel good. I feel happy.
The funny part, being a barista at my age is so different than I thought. Slinging coffee is easy peasy, being a big sister, a mentor, a love guru, and a social media expert to these people I stand along side day in and day out has been the challenge. My superior is 8 months younger than me, most of the shift managers are more than a decade younger than me, yet they all seem to look up to me. I often find myself encouraging them to travel, to love, to leave, to go to class, to pursue their dreams, to talk about what is bothering them. And I listen ALOT. Truth is, I see a part of my younger self or current self in all of them. I try to be the person I needed then and share what I have learned during this adventure up until now, that we call life. I have had the opportunity to live an interesting and non traditional life up until now, and sharing that has been more fulfilling than I ever expected. So my "fake" job has turned out to be exactly what I needed, exactly when I needed it, even though it turned out to be for a different reason than I thought originally. So is life.
I am excited for my new endeavor, I just need to set everything into motion. But I know, even though things seem tough now...it is temporary and I am exactly where I need to be, doing exactly what I need to do. However, I do think I am going to imbibe and enjoy a nice glass of red wine tonight, because I deserve it. Stay classy.
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