If we were on a coffee date, we'd probably be at my house because I can't drink milk lattes anymore. #whole30remember? Although, my bff just told me about cashew milk. CASHEW MILK HAS SAVED MY COFFEE. As of this morning. With cinnamon and coconut syrup. I admit, it's definitely a grey area but I'm cool with that.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you I'm watching this show called Good Girls Revolt. Have you heard of it? It defienitely sparks up the feminist in me, but it's doing a brilliant job making me not feel predicting emotions.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask what your favorite show is right now...or any show you're watching. This is Us? The Good Wife? Are you a Shondaland junkie like me? Ok, minus the murder one. It lost me on season 2.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you God's been doing some weirdly beautiful stuff in my heart lately. 2016 is what I'm calling my year of disillusionment. And this is my year of acknowledgment. That's not my word for the year but it probably should be. Now that we're halfway through January.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask what I can pray for you about. It's cheesy-Christian I know. But sometimes cheesy Christian is just truth. Let's called it Feta-Christian. Sounds more sophisticated.