Sunday, February 1, 2009


Let's just say that you've been going to the same coffee house for three years. It's a comfy place and you know all the staff and have become close friends with the other patrons. It becomes a home away from home.

Then imagine one day you get into a little tiff with the barista. You ask for half and half and she tells you that she's anti-dairy and can't believe anyone would allow such vileness into their body. You roll your eyes, make a snide comment and walk out the door. When you return three days later you apologize to the barista and she apologizes in return. You both admit to being a tad sensitive and acting poorly.

Two weeks go by and while you sit in your favorite comfy chair, drinking your latte and reading the paper, you realize that things just aren't as comfortable as they once were. Sure the coffee is still the same and you like seeing your fellow patrons but the tone of the place is different. Then one day you say 'Hey! There's a coffee shop right across the street and I think I see Bob.' You head on over and Bob is there with Margaret and they're waiting for Betty to show up. You sit down and join them and before you know it, you're hooked on a new coffee shop.

That's where I am now. Finding that once I hit 40 I am not as tolerant of uncomfortable environments as I used to be. I'm not talking about the typical joys of a fun, dysfunctional family gathering, or the craziness of the work place but in the places where I go voluntarily. Life is too short and there are too many other positive places to stay where it just doesn't feel right.

I love my husband and my child and the rest of my family. I love my friends and my life.

Life is good. Why go someplace that tries to mess all that up?