I admit it. I'm a perfectionist. Far, far, far from perfect, but a perfectionist none-the-less. I don't like messy parts of the story. This trait frequently gets in my way and holds me back because every story has messy parts.

And honestly... I'm not sure how this new coffee gig is going to play out.
My BFF says I probably needed the summer off between jobs. She is a VERY smart cookie. I'm guessing she is not far off the mark.
I am finding that....
I like coffee, but mostly I like my coffee. I'm not sure if I like making other people's coffee.
I have a lot of respect and admiration for the culture, people, history and philosophy behind the company, but I'm not sure I need to be on the service side of the counter to fully appreciate it.
I like the paycheck, but I'm not sure I'm willing to exchange the time for the money right now.
I opened my journal today and it landed on a page where I'd scribbled: TRUST YOURSELF AND LEAN TOWARDS WHAT FEELS RIGHT. The problem is, lots hasn't felt "right" since dad died.
The universe seems to have shifted and is now tilted ever-so-slightly off center. This sort of messy alignment is not easy for a confirmed perfectionist to deal with. The current chapter of my story is feeling more than a little messy some days.