Met my younger self for coffee (pt I).
Sunday, February 23, 2025.
I began playing with these cheeky little Instagram trend of ‘I met my younger self for coffee’.
And it was so heart-opening and healing, I decided to make it a mini-series and drop it here in our Sunday Soothe Sessions. So here we go…
I met my younger self for coffee.
She was early, already waiting for me. Bless her.
I showed up right on the hour. Maybe even a moment or two late.
She ordered a reishi mushroom latte with cashew mylk.
I ordered a double espresso.
I noticed her breath, feeling trapped high in her chest, a little wobbly.
Restless, anxious, yet heart on her sleeve.
I could feel my deep inhale and exhale, belly soft.
Grounded. At ease. Heart wide open.
She asked how I did it—how could I be a pillar of peace and in constant motion?
How did I move around so frequently and no longer feel like I’m running?
How had I softened the sensations of escape?
Faith.
Faith, I told her.
Faith in the unseen.
Faith in myself.
Faith in something greater than myself.
Practicing the art of prayer.
A supernatural belief that God moves through me.
That God moves me.
That love always leads.
And, willingness.
Willingness, I told her.
Willingness to do something differently.
Willingness to take radical self responsibility for how I experience and choose to respond to each moment.
Willingness to release what isn’t serving.
Willingness to be in the contraction and to let the tension train me.
Willingness to sit in the silence and know it’s a new day tomorrow.
Why the double espresso, she asked. ‘Trouble sleeping? I thought maybe you’d have a fancy tonic of adaptogens because that’s ’better for you’, soothes the nervous system and all that good stuff?
(I love how subtly spicy she’s always been with her words).
Oh babe, I got about 8-9 juicy hours.
I simply love a delicious, rich coffee.
And also, I love how the sound of ‘espresso doble’ rolls off my tongue when I’m practicing ordering in a Spanish-speaking country.
The tonics and concoctions with yummy mushrooms and adaptogens and tinctures? I love them too.
But I’ve stopped making up stories about what’s bad for me.
And I’m choosing to enjoy each sip fully—like really fully.
And to pray over each sip that ‘everything I choose to consume nourishes me deeply’.
To be continued… we had a really great conversation. I love her so much.
