Get out of your Head and into this Party...

Called Life.

You were expecting a pants party weren't you?

What am I talking about? Life isn't a party. I guess it depends on what kind of party person you are.
I've taken this metaphor beyond what I intended.

I made three U-turns today.
Three.

All so I could get to this goddamn coffee shop I've been wanting to try for the past 3 months.
By the second U-turn I thought, "You know, if it's really going to be this much of bitch you might as well just hit up one of the 5 Starbucks lined up along both sides of the street."

Suddenly this ferocious voice came from within, "Dammit! You are going to that damn coffee shop! TRY NEW THINGS!" I don't know where this imprisoned house wife came from. I sounded like I've never tried coffee in my life.

I walked in, stood staring at the menu for a good 2 minutes and thought, "Jesus, these prices are ridiculous...but they sound so delicious"

$9.45 later, I'm sitting in a booth glancing around the room to gather what kind of place this is.

The people are young - mid twenties to early thirties. All business casual. I pulled out my Heart of Darkness and for a moment felt really intimidated. I didn't know what to do with my plate when I was finished, and debated if I should leave a tip. I left my dish on the counter, gave my thanks and walked out hurriedly. The sun was bright enough to make me squint and I was smiling as I felt one of those refreshing Californian breezes.

I walked out of that coffee shop severely concerned. I spent so much of my brain power worrying about if I was doing something properly that I completely missed the point. I wanted to go there because I thought I'd thoroughly enjoy it, and clearly I stressed myself out to the point where I did not. I walked to my car still sipping on the remains of my Eagle Roca, scraping the bottom of the cup for chunks of chocolate like an oblivious child.

Then I realized that was exactly where I needed to be - in that moment.