It has been five days in total that the routine has changed entirely; now that I am developing new way of living my life for these upcoming two months.
Let's begin with the idea that I wake up one fine morning and tell myself that "I am not going to waste anymore days doing nothing, I gotta learn something. Anything." And then today, I became this of who I am; the assigned barista.
Anyone who knows me well must know the deep and big fear I had of driving vehicles. I made it so clear that there's nothing I am afraid more deeper than to picture myself involved in accident. You see, that's my another true side of me...; an overthinker. But how proud I am now, that I drive myself to work everyday. Thank you to myself for finally breaking my very own code of fears.
I come home late every night, when all the road is apparently clear with only two or three cars in one row during traffic light's stop. Nothing so joyful in working, except to choose to enjoy every single thing I go through. Even to enjoy the moment of being alone on the road during late night's drive.
From the first step I enter the shop and inserting the punchcard to the most busiest day when coffee orders come in rows and very hard to be handled; I'm glad that I'm learning new things everyday and looking forward for the next cup I'll be making.
"Enjoy the process"
Steaming milk was tough at first, to get the exact degree of 150 and producing fine foam so perfectly is terribly difficult. But I managed.
Serving long black coffee was what I've been hoping for everytime. Because it is usually ordered by an old man who comes alone just to mesmerize their solitude time. I see myself in future to be that old man. Sometimes somehow, the moment of solitude is what making me "myself" all over again. Like now, like this minute.
On some notes, things get so exciting these days. People break trust, words and promises; and yet questioned why they are treated the way they are being treated. I must have been so nice all these time, that now I am distancing myself from those toxics.
They say, love wins all the time. I guess what they are referring to is love to self. That's what most important nowadays, people cheat and we forgive. But how far would we forgive ourselves for keep giving people chances and let them take us for granted? How are we going to justify to our own self after being used so abusively?
And yet, life is indeed a journey and forever my saved journal I'm keeping to myself. That I have reasons, and I will leave anytime as a way of my self respect. So, for once, I'd rather go and be in my own zone; to distance myself from negativity. I'm not feeling sorry to anyone but myself.
And now I'm giving myself a good cry because I am going to concentrate on all the good things in my life. On the people who are entering the cafe. On the stories I'm going to listen. On the culture I'm going to observe.
That's all; a good cry.
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