So on Friday I ventured out on my own…for real this time. No coffee to go… I actually went to a restaurant, had breakfast and a coffee on my own. And you want to know what? I loved every minute of it.
I’ve been to this place a handful of times, but not on my own. I’ve shared many wonderful conversations, dried the tears of friends who needed it, and laughed so hard my belly ached. I don’t know what it is about this place…but it truly is comforting. Maybe it’s the décor…the wood paneling, the old fashioned signs hanging throughout the venue, and the at-home feeling when being served drinks in mason jars. The music is mellow and relaxing and the ambiance can’t help but make me think of my dear friends in Georgia. The Spears have always had a home where the door is always open; welcoming in friends and family from near and far. Miss Lauri is always in the kitchen, coming up with some of the most delicious of dishes. She’s the one we always go to call when we need to know what to add or subtract from our own cuisines. She makes it look so easy. The best part is there is always laughter and people around…always. This place reminds me of their kitchen.
As I sat and began to look over the menu, I kept thinking of all the people surrounding me…near and far, with so many stories, so many different career paths and life experiences, and I still couldn’t help but feel comforted. I ordered my Vanilla latte and an egg wrap. My latte came out in a cute red mug (of course I love this place, they use red mugs!). It was foamy and delightful. My egg wrap was great too…and so were those southern potatoes…yum!
they have a great happy hour too!
As I indulged in my breakfast, I caught myself listening, observing, and feeling this sense of peace. I then realized I knew why it is important for me to do this once a week. Everyone comes to a place in their life when they don’t know they are anymore and they question what they are doing. I feel like I was at that place for a long time and I finally was able to see why. Everyone needs to get to that place in their life…they need to question, they need to get frustrated, they need to grieve the loss of who they thought they were. Because it’s when you get to that place that you then start to figure out what you want and who you are. It might be a career change, a loss of a relationship, moving across the country…whatever it is…you start to allow change (the scariest word in the dictionary) to take over your life. That change becomes who you are.
People have always looked at me and said “born teacher.” Yes, I believe too, I was born to teach. But does that mean that I didn’t have those self-doubting moments? Or days where I was wondering who I was or what I was doing? Absolutely not. I had them for a long time. It wasn’t until reflecting on this last year that I realized I am finally in a place of yes (thanks Bethenny Frankle for that term, I owe you). I am finally happy and can see my happiness radiate in the things I’m doing, the people I’m around, the job I have chosen, and the friendships I have. It’s a very scary place to be before you find pure comfort. You have to be alone with yourself and I used to run from that all the time. For some reason I came up with this idea of being alone with myself doing something I love (drinking coffee), and now I know why. I am ready to take that alone time and be comforted in it. That’s why I love Tupelo Junction…it reminds me of who I am and the things I love, it reminds me of the Spears kitchen, it reminds of the deep conversations had over mason jars, and it reminds me that I am happy.
Thanks for the kick-off adventure, Tupelo…you are my southern comfort.