One drop. Two drops. And then rain begins to fall, fast enough that its initial drizzle graces the pages of my journal. I get up from the table where I was sitting at writing away my thoughts, pain and pleasures and go inside the little coffee shop where all the baristas already know me by name. Having already drank my first cup of fancy joe outside, I settle in, put my stuff down to gather myself, and right from the corner of my eye I see someone approaching, she leans down and asks “Ready for the next one?” with that sweet and upbeat tonality that I recognize instantly, I look up and say “I’m fine for now, Amy”.
Amy. That is her name, she and I became friends after she started joking that every time I come in, I get the exact same drink and even if I mix it up, she figured out the pattern of the order itself. That along left a good impression on me as I thought she must have a really good memory because you have a shit load of customers coming in and out OR she probably likes me. In any case, even something like that takes a backseat to how nice and warming she is, you can easily see it in her eyes. Point proven during the first time we hung out, the same personality and even better vibe as she had while working and I thought it was -as it is most of the time- an act, being friendly and courteous due to the nature of the job. Whether it was her being happy or enjoying my company, her smile was present most of the time, we clicked and just like that, we kept in touch ever since.
“You never know what you are going to get or what will happen by taking the unknown route rather than the path already known.”
Back in the coffee shop, after I said I was good, she says “I’ll be off in about 30”. And that right there is all it takes for a day, a week, a life to change completely, like throwing a wrench on the inside of a machinery but in a good way, like unwrapping a Christmas present because you never know what you are going to get or what will happen by taking the unknown route rather than the path already known. “You’re on!” I replied with a wink, she smiled and walk away to finish her shift. After sorting a couple of things out, checking out the emails, social media, and putting things away there she comes ready as always, and with a chuckle she says “I’m ready!”.
An hour goes by and after chit-chatting about the state of the world, fucked up experiences and relationships nowadays, she brings it up “Hey, have you ever thought about publishing your personal writings in a blog, you’re a natural and -unlike many- you have strong opinions that regardless of reaction, you just shoot away”. Sure, I was taken aback by such compliment but at the same time it was a scary thought, even though I’ve always been opinionated, I am not a wide-open book either, I tend to keep certain stories to myself because of their content or the fact that is nobody’s business.
Opinionated and transparent about thoughts and feelings, absolutely, especially with people I am close to, like family, friends and even co-workers to a lesser degree but never out in a public forum and never divulging more than needed as far as personal details are concerned but then the spark, the light bulb, the aha! moment happened.
“Writing is more than just a hobby or even a job. For me is a cathartic release, the stage where you can let go, bleed your thoughts and emotions on paper…. the moment where you find peace or the answers you were looking for all along.”
I have done this in the past, several years ago (by the way, my blogspot remains active out there under a different surname, just saying) the blog was good but it was geared towards music, fiction, technological advancements, etc. In other words, it did not have any emotional investment. Ultimately, that is the biggest difference between that blog and this one. The other was based solely on personal preferences and opinions, this right here is a glimpse into my personal life, my anecdotes, my experiences and wild stories.
Writing is more than just a hobby or even a job. For me is a cathartic release, the stage where you can let go, bleed your thoughts and emotions on paper, and once the emotional roller coaster settles, words are imprinted and the ink has dried up, then that is the moment where you find peace or the answers you were looking for all along. I have been doing it for awhile now, and just like music, writing has been there for me. A form of therapy that allows me to find relief and a way to find myself because all my thoughts are no longer bottled up inside me. As Voltaire once said, “Writing is the painting of the voice.” or my all-time favorite by Ernest Hemingway “There is nothing to writing, all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”.
With that being said, after years of wandering around this world we call home, collecting stories, crafting poems, having eye-opening experiences and getting into all kinds of crazy, weird situations with amazing people. Some of which I call friends, some transient acquaintances, and a few I needed to unplug from as they were toxic relationships. All of whom I consider special on the simple fact that I learned a lot by diving into a different world, their reality. The world is a beautiful, crazy and scary place but worth exploring.
All I needed was a little push and after thinking about it and having done this behind the scenes for awhile now, here it is: raw, unfiltered, uncut….