so i should be sleeping, it being 619a and all, but for some reason, i'm not tired. i should be, i've been up all day, but nope. oh well, it benefits me so that i had the oppurtunity and lack of laziness (and things to do) to make this community.
5 years ago the thought of owning a coffee shop would have never crossed my mind. the only time i ever even went into one was when i would go to glasgow to visit my family. my mom and i would always go into video delite, which eventually just became 4th st. expresso, for my ritual granita and whatever fat free and lack of taste drink of the week my mom would get.
video delite gets sold alot. it's a small town and we have lack of smart business tactics, so no one ever really knows whats going on. from what i remember, there has been AT LEAST 5 owners that i can remember.
anyway, now that i gave myself a little background information.. i was visiting my parents one weekend, and 4th st. expresso was once again up for sale (big shocker) and my mom made the comment "wouldn't it be perfect for you to buy this and move back here and run it? i think you would be perfect for it! i could even go in on it with you. that would be so fun." well that comment got me thinking. i think it would be so fun and challenging to have something like that of my own. and it would be even cooler to do something like that with my mom. i immediately started to get ideas of what i would put on the walls, what i would serve, a coffee sitting area. basically just all kinds of ideas started flowing to my head.
i never really took it seriously, it was just something i always thought would be fun. in fact, i never even mentioned it to anyone, because it was just a silly pipe dream.. whatever the heck that actually means!
on a recent trip to minnesota, i drove back with my little brother adam. he and i got to talking about what he was doing in school and he mentioned he was in the art club. then i just sorta blurted out that i wanted to start my own coffee house and my dream was to put up local artwork on the walls. i'm not talking the people that want to sell for thousands and just want free advertising. i mean high schoolers art work or college kids or heck, anyone that just has a knack for something like that. i really want that kind of decor. ever since the idea of owning a coffee house came into my mine, that was the first thing i thought of.
so adam was the first person i told. it still didn't seem like something that would actually happen. heck, i can't even finish college, why would i worry about something as big as that? then i finally decided to tell a second person. during a meeting with my life coach and friend, donovan, i mentioned that was a dream of mine. that is when it felt like reality, just for a split second. he made me think that it was something i could actually do. i finally mustered up the courage and even told my mom about it. she really liked the idea, and even told me it was something she'd go in on it with me. unfortunetly i would have to do it in glasgow for that to be a possibility, which i'm not considering moving back at all.
anyway, this entry was just to kind of give a back log as to where the whole idea of a coffee house came about. i get visions floating through my head all the time of what it could look like. what kind of people would be there. having that spectacular drink that people that move always come back for a drink when they are in town. these are the memories i have from the place back home.
it's a scary dream, which kind of makes me back off from time to time. i usually don't like to set the bar that high for myself, usually because i end up smacking my head on it, eventually getting under the bar, but man do the bruises hurt!
ok, enough rambling..
until next time of course
5 years ago the thought of owning a coffee shop would have never crossed my mind. the only time i ever even went into one was when i would go to glasgow to visit my family. my mom and i would always go into video delite, which eventually just became 4th st. expresso, for my ritual granita and whatever fat free and lack of taste drink of the week my mom would get.
video delite gets sold alot. it's a small town and we have lack of smart business tactics, so no one ever really knows whats going on. from what i remember, there has been AT LEAST 5 owners that i can remember.
anyway, now that i gave myself a little background information.. i was visiting my parents one weekend, and 4th st. expresso was once again up for sale (big shocker) and my mom made the comment "wouldn't it be perfect for you to buy this and move back here and run it? i think you would be perfect for it! i could even go in on it with you. that would be so fun." well that comment got me thinking. i think it would be so fun and challenging to have something like that of my own. and it would be even cooler to do something like that with my mom. i immediately started to get ideas of what i would put on the walls, what i would serve, a coffee sitting area. basically just all kinds of ideas started flowing to my head.
i never really took it seriously, it was just something i always thought would be fun. in fact, i never even mentioned it to anyone, because it was just a silly pipe dream.. whatever the heck that actually means!
on a recent trip to minnesota, i drove back with my little brother adam. he and i got to talking about what he was doing in school and he mentioned he was in the art club. then i just sorta blurted out that i wanted to start my own coffee house and my dream was to put up local artwork on the walls. i'm not talking the people that want to sell for thousands and just want free advertising. i mean high schoolers art work or college kids or heck, anyone that just has a knack for something like that. i really want that kind of decor. ever since the idea of owning a coffee house came into my mine, that was the first thing i thought of.
so adam was the first person i told. it still didn't seem like something that would actually happen. heck, i can't even finish college, why would i worry about something as big as that? then i finally decided to tell a second person. during a meeting with my life coach and friend, donovan, i mentioned that was a dream of mine. that is when it felt like reality, just for a split second. he made me think that it was something i could actually do. i finally mustered up the courage and even told my mom about it. she really liked the idea, and even told me it was something she'd go in on it with me. unfortunetly i would have to do it in glasgow for that to be a possibility, which i'm not considering moving back at all.
anyway, this entry was just to kind of give a back log as to where the whole idea of a coffee house came about. i get visions floating through my head all the time of what it could look like. what kind of people would be there. having that spectacular drink that people that move always come back for a drink when they are in town. these are the memories i have from the place back home.
it's a scary dream, which kind of makes me back off from time to time. i usually don't like to set the bar that high for myself, usually because i end up smacking my head on it, eventually getting under the bar, but man do the bruises hurt!
ok, enough rambling..
until next time of course