Buck up.

My new goal every day is to make the best of that day's situations. I figure that if I start small like this, then the bigger picture will have an easier time falling into place.

The more new information I receive from various sources about the reasons I was transfered, the more I see it as a blessing in disguise. It's something like an unmade bed. I mean, sure, it's comfortable because it's been slept in, but at some point you have to shake out the comforter and smooth the whole thing out because everything is all twisted and in disarray. Maybe that's a terrible analogy, but it's what just came to me when I considered how a huge part of my life is being shaken up, haha. And I constantly have to remind myself, it could always be worse!

Some of my regular customers at my home store have come in to see me at my new store. I have to say, it really warms my heart. It's hard to think that I make any type of difference in the world as a barista, but I think my job is one that is unseen, sometimes even undervalued. No, in the event of a crisis you won't be asking, "WHERE'S MY BARISTA??" (well, maybe some people will, haha) but I know that for me, I really appreciate when someone takes the time to make me a really good drink, ask me about my life, and wish me a great day. It's just one more, albeit tiny, reason to smile.