Make Small Choices

“Maybe I’m too picky?”, was my thought.

I debunked that thought quickly after taking a glance at the past and seeing where not being picky landed me. Quality of life reflects choices my darling, no matter how small.

At 10:00 am I made my second Chemex. I’m not sitting here highly caffeinated because I poured the first Chemex out after tasting half a cup. I didn’t like the taste, but that meant wrestling the beast for the cup I wanted.

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The Kitchenaide Burr Grinder.

Meet the beast. The best burr grinder ever.

It’s solid steel and weighs a good chunk, especially to be lifted first thing in the morning. That’s what it was going to take to have the cup of coffee my heart desired. The beans that are stored in the top chamber are one of my favorite brands, but I bought the wrong origin. They have a bitter aftertaste I cannot acquire.

I slid the glass container off the bottom that catches the grinds, (important) removed the lid, picked him up and poured the beans into a container. Then refilled the top chamber with pure happiness and made another Chemex.

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Quality of life doesn’t happen automatically. Make Small Choices.

Stop Feeling Guilty

Yesterday, I slept for a solid 15 hours.

When I fell asleep it was daylight, and when I awoke it was daylight. There are no regrets.

My body was tired, and today it feels more human.

When deciding what to wear for the day, I chose a t-shirt that says, “100% Human”, on the little front pocket, just as a mental note of what I need to be.

I yearned for simple pleasures today. I wanted to wash my clothes in perfume, but my bottle of Nu Wash was empty. The hardware store I went.

Being away from home for several days, there was not much food in the house, but I opted for the grocery store next to the hardware store. Simply stocked with less distractions and minimal driving.

My initial thought was the frozen organic food section for something to pop in the oven. Something pre-made, but I don’t do a lot of pre-made food. If it has more than 5 ingredients listed, I need to recognize every ingredient. I’m just weird that way.

As an example, I bought some pasta, and saw a container of Alfredo sauce. It was a good brand, but had chemicals listed. Butter, flour, cream and Parmesan equal cream sauce, and I had everything at home but the cream, so I bought some cream.

Standing in the checkout of the store, there was a conversation going on between cashier and customer. The customer was buying a reusable K-Cup. She was telling the cashier it would save her money on coffee. The cashier told her a bag of coffee would last him a year. I was having trouble comprehending this conversation, and felt guilty.

Save money on coffee? Out of all the things you can save money on you’re going to choose coffee?

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Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

It would probably shock you to know how much I spend on a bag of coffee, but seeing the picture above become reality at a moments notice is priceless. I don’t own a TV, or have a cable bill.

I’d rather have good coffee, and perfumed clothes.

Love me, love my coffee, or in the least don’t object.

Stop feeling guilty for living a life worth living.

That is Love

This morning, sitting still in the front porch swing, I felt an overwhelming sense of love. It was the most wonderful feeling. It welled up inside of me, and wanted to become tears, but I held it inside to hold onto that moment.

It only got better from there.

You know I frequent a small town coffee-house.

The coffee is a bonus. It’s the people I gravitate toward. Today, their love and kindness blew me away. God had it all lined up for me to walk in at just the right moment. The owner was making something specifically for my heart.

I walked in and he yelled, “Barbara! I am making something for you!” The timing is what amazed me, because I rarely walk in the same time of day. My daughter said, “When they know you all too well at the coffee shop?” That is true love.

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He had bought a beautiful pour over, along with my favorite kettle! I was literally screaming in awe of this magnificent sight! He was beaming with excitement. It was a moment.

He said that he envisioned my daughter and I sitting at a table, sharing this moment. He would be right. Just the other day, my daughter said she wished he had a pour over.

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God gave me another Patron! That is love.

A friend takes time out of her busy schedule each day to send a video of her life, and thoughts. That is love.

You are here, taking time to read this. That is love.

A Vintage hat box full of stars. That is love.

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Feel the Love

My good coffee came in the mail yesterday, so all is good. The coffee maker had it ready, and waiting for me this morning. My heart is as full as this cup, so thank you for filling my cup. You see, I have been reading Blogs from this WordPress community, and it’s a magical place. I cannot mention them all in one sitting, but here are a few I follow.

Of the top of my head, there is Rebecca at simplemesimplelife. The name of her Blog is what drew me in because I am all about simple. We are around the same age, and she is married with a couple of kids. Maybe they are grown kids, I am not sure, but she is on a journey to share what she has learned. When you’re our age, there is a lot to share.

Part of her Bio says, “I believe in the Lord almighty and credit God with all good things that have been given to me, this includes my family. I aim to enrich and touch others’ lives as they have touched mine.” I admire her because she is still married in this day and age.

Then there is Liz. Her Blog is entitled My Wellbeing and Learning Journey. I have been reading her Blog for months, and just discovered she is deaf. I would have never known by what she writes. I believe she used to write about it, but she came to realize her deafness didn’t define her. She is feeling her way though life, and I love reading about her journey.

Part of her Bio says, “At times, some of what I may write will be therapeutic for me, but they may be distressing for you, so these posts will have a ‘Content Warning,’ at the front of the post. But I hope that these posts I share, if they relate to you, that they help you in some way.” Writing is therapeutic, but what we share may surprise our readers.

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So, here is my “Content Warning”. I am skipping over some Bloggers I love, to highlight one that needs our love. If talking about sex offends you, scroll past the naked souls laying in each others arms. If I comment on, or like your Blog, you know you are loved.

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She is known as Webmaster, and her Blog is entitled Sexinthe6ixBlog. I take it there are a lot of Bloggers out there who write about their sexual encounters. Writing is therapeutic, but what happened to diaries with the lock and key on them, we used to hide under our mattresses? This lady makes my heart bleed. She is learning through sex. All I know is, I found myself by looking in the mirror, and not while having sex. That came later in life.

Even though her site is quite graphic, I see the beautiful soul that she is. She has a heart as big as Texas, and it gets broken. You can learn a lot about yourself through sex, but I need to be a whole being on my own. Otherwise, I am just giving my body to another person that is looking for the same thing. For me to make them feel whole during that brief encounter.

Do you know why we feel so complete during sex? Because God made it that way.

Unfortunately, in today’s world, people are looking for the right partner to feel complete. There is a void inside that needs to be filled. Sex is being used as a form of high, but oh honey, when it’s over, how about that low though. Mark 10:8 says, “And the two will become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two, but one flesh.” It’s a remarkable feeling!

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My daughter and I are extremely open about sex. She probably knows more about it than I do, thanks to the Internet. She will be 18 years old this year, and she’s a virgin.

Yes, I raised her knowing the importance of giving your body to another, but she makes her own decisions. The body is our temple, and it houses everything we hold inside. It’s all we have, so shouldn’t we be selective in who gets it? I tell my daughter, “Herpes doesn’t wash off in the shower,” and “Two plus two equals Gonorrhea.”

There are so many people I want to learn from, share with, and love on. Webmaster? I hope you can feel the love today, as you stand at your lovers funeral.

meBarbara is a Writer, a Mom to her 17-year-old daughter, a recent Breast Cancer survivor, and she loves God. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was the name that stuck. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life is beautiful, and an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com