Taking My Younger Self On A Coffee Date…

I’ve been seeing these essays lately, women taking their younger self on a coffee date, and I thought it was so interesting! I wanted to try it too.

Here it is..

I invited my younger self for coffee, she suggested we go to Starbucks but I took her to a small, local cafe instead. I told her the coffee is much better and that we love to support small business’s.

She showed up without shoes, wearing black mascara, a tie-dye dress, contacts and feeling hungover.

I wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt with Dr. Sholls, no makeup, my hair curled, glasses and well-rested.

I could tell she really wanted the ham and cheese croissant but didn’t have enough cash, so I bought it for her.

I am gluten-free and dairy-free, I ate breakfast at home knowing I wouldn’t be able to eat at the cafe.

She ordered a black coffee with cream.

I ordered a matcha with oat milk.

She asked me how we can afford to go to such a nice place, and I told her we own our own business. We are artists.

“We are artists?!” She asked, totally surprised.

She asked me if we travel in our dream car, a VW bus, to sell our work around the country.

I said no, we don’t. But we travel to paint portraits of people getting married, and we paint our beautiful kids, we have three! We love it, but it’s hard sometimes because we don’t think we are good enough.

She saw our work, and she thought it was beautiful. She is proud of us. She said we are definitely good enough.

She asked about our kids, and if we are still with their dad.

She was surprised to find out that we’ve been happily married for almost 10 years!

To a man from the very mountain town that we tried to escape.

She needed to go to work, and I needed to get home to our kids.

We said our goodbyes, and I told her things will get better.

Soon, she will find God, and she will realize how loved she is.

She got into her orange Kia and lit a cigarette, and I could hear the loud music she was playing. A mixed CD made by a friend of ours.

I got into my silver Honda pilot, it smelled good, and I smiled. It was quiet, no music.

I am proud of us, too.

I hope you enjoyed this little essay, if you have ever tried this, I’d love to read what you have written! Feel free to leave a link or message me about your special coffee date in the comment section!

Love, Spencer