Post-Valentine’s Day 2016

“Puberty destroys Valentine’s Day.” Unknown man said to the barista. “I’d rather be single than be in a bad relationship. And I think most people if they thought about it would prefer that too.” He continued, “When we are mature and we find someone is nice but we realize that there isn’t a connection, we then can make the decision to be friends instead.”

Amen to that, unshaven, dishevelled man who clearly lives on his own. And I mean that in the most endearing manner. The same could be said for me, in my high top kicks, flannel shirt, and 5 year old faded jeans. I can’t remember if I washed my face in the morning. A-T-T-R-A-C-T-I-V-E!

I was struggling to focus on reading my book, the conversation behind me diverted towards the philosophy of changing political beliefs, “Often time as people age they become more right-wing rather than changing their beliefs from right-wing to left-wing.”

I nod to myself, according to Pew Research, the older generation today in the US is certainly more conservative on the extreme.

But not to get political, that was the start to my Valentine’s Day 2016. I can pretend to dislike Valentine’s Day but the fact is I rather like it. It is the one day out of the year that complete strangers are compelled to talk to one another about their beliefs on love and relationships and … politics.

There is that undertone of love gone wrong, a memory of a past relationship not quite reconciled, a little baggage here and there and it’s ok to share in riddles.

We are connected through our experience of pain?

I’ve yet to overhear complete strangers on Valentine’s Day discuss relationship stories of great love and gain.

But perhaps I simply need a new coffee shop! 🙂

Italy, here I come, don’t let me down.

A Rainy Monday Morning

A Rainy Monday Morning

Photo from Photobotos, titled: Edge of the world Faroe island town.

The coffee shop this morning is teeming with people. I can’t believe my luck!

There is nothing greater than traipsing through drizzling cool weather to the coffee shop, book in hand only to find when I arrive that the only seat available is bar table in the back of the shop.

The coffee shop is alive and not to be dramatic it makes me want to cry, a happy little cry.

It feels great to sit here with background chatter of strangers I do not know, read my book and savour my cup of coffee.

One group of women are discussing life, positive change, living a healthy life and success. Another group is practising their interview skills. There is a gentleman quietly reading a hard covered book as thick as mine and I am curious if he hears the conversations around him.

This is living.