Thursday, December 12, 2013

grounds in my coffee

Here I am again, throwing up (not literally) more stuff from my life at starbucks.  How weird is it that I can actually say that i love my job there? very weird.  My reasons for working there- getting me out of the house, number one.  Earning some independent cash, number two, and hopefully saving some for future things, like kids' braces, college fund, etc, etc, etc.

But what I love most is the people.  I learn so much from all these conversations and hilarious adventures with some of the strangest characters I have met in my life.  Here's a few more examples of recent lessons learned:

1. Pursue your passions, no matter what it takes.   So there's this guy I work with who's a musician.  Used to be in a band, now does some recording on his own.  I was leaned over the sink washing dishes one night, and he comes over with his mac air book with this cool music recording software up on it, and he's playing a demo of some piece he created.  Similar program to the Garage Band app I used to play around with, but seemingly more complicated.  He thought it was cool I used to do that kind of stuff, why did I stop? I say this job came along, I got too busy.  And he tells me that he has a piano keyboard that connects to this little mac book air, and so on his 30-minute lunch breaks from this place he goes out to his car and records music in his car on this thing, just sitting there in the parking lot!  I can picture it now, cars zooming in and out of the parking spaces beside him, see this guy hunched over in the back seat, shoving a sandwich in his mouth with one hand, playing tunes on the keyboard with the other, head bobbing to the beat in his head....Where there's a will, there's a way.  Pursue your passions.  I like that kind of determination.  Creativity that has to be tapped into, no matter what.


2. Go where the waves are.  This bald dude with thick-framed intellectual-ish  glasses used to come in frequently, would chat a bit, could call him a regular.  Then one night he says farewell, he's going back to Wilmington, he was just here for work for awhile.  He is actually a surfer and lives in Wilmington so he can surf at Wrightsville Beach, all. year. long.  Wears a wet suit and even the little booties when the temperature drops to a certain degrees.  Passionate, die-hard surfer.  Grew up in Southern Cali, surfed the Pacific, don't know what brought him here, but he planted himself by the waves and it's his life. work is secondary.  I ask a couple simple questions and he dives into a description of his 13 different surfboards, varying lengths for different conditions, and describes the science of waves in different parts of the world, etc, pretty interesting stuff.  Love how he expresses his love for the sport:  "when you're on that wave, it's like Prozac, man..."  ahh, yes.  I know the feeling. (in more ways than one)  When you've got water in your bones, you just gotta go where the waves are.  It's my dream.  one day...


3. Prepare for the fight.  One more interesting customer recently.  This trainer at the boxing gym I attend now and then...for my own, uh, training. (I just love that word training, it sounds so fighter-esque..)  Anyway, he's standing around waiting for his eggnog latte, so we're chatting, he asks about my thanksgiving, i say i was here working, i ask him if he's doing any fighting lately, and he says he's got a fight coming up that he's training for.  "cool", I say, "when is it?" , thinking it's like, next week or something.  "June", he replies.  June? I"m thinking, what? seriously?  that's six months away!  Relax, have some more eggnog, throw down a few  chocolate croissants.  You've got plenty of time to train later...
But of course it brings to mind some spiritual words of advice, in training for the spiritual battles in our own lives. So I google a few verse on that...
It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of deer, and sets me on high places. He teaches my hands to make war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze … I have pursued my enemies and overtaken them; neither did I turn back again till they were destroyed, I have wounded them, so that they were not able to rise; they have fallen under my feet. For You have armed me with strength for the battle; you have subdued under me those who rose up against me.” Psalm 18:32
2Timothy 2:5 An athlete is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules.

Ephesians 6:13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.

1 Corinthians 9:24-27

New International Version (NIV)

The Need for Self-Discipline

24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.26 Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. 27 No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.

Love those verses.  Reminds me to train for the battle ahead. No air-boxing.  Live the life of an athlete, in constant training.  Feeding myself the healthy food of God's Word, and disciplining my spiritual muscles of faith day by day.  I'm not such a great example of that all the time, so I like these daily reminders that come percolating up at me through my daily grind.  yup, these are the things that speak to me loud...even louder, perhaps, than the expensive conversation I"m about to have this afternoon.  what's up, doc?  Can I still be friends with the monster who lives underneath my bed?  Can I get along with the voices inside of my head?  Think I could just throw on the green apron, I learn just as much.

later, alligator..


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