self-awareness

I removed the counter from this blog. it was stressing me out to know how many people were reading and not commenting. ever.

It made me insecure. Is it that bad? Too bad to even leave one comment?

This way, I can just tell myself that nobody’s reading at all. It’s just for me.

“And everything will be as it was before.”

My layout vanished one day, and now I hate to come here. I want to revamp, but I don’t have the time or skill to do it.

and, in other news, I’m learning how to work in a café. I have trained for 2 days. I made one mocha and 17 fruit shakes, poured about 56 cups of coffee, and served up dozens of cinnamon buns, juices, teas, sodas, cheese Danishes, and croissants.

call me crazy, but it has been a life-long dream of mine to work in a café. The pinnacle will come when I have mastered the espresso machine and can barista like no other. And that day will come, even if it takes months of training one day per week.

one last thing – xenophobia was the word of the day today. "Fear or hatred of strangers, people from other countries, or of anything that is strange or foreign."

I realized when I was reading that definition that replacing the words "fear and hatred" with "love and adoration" sums up Amy.

Before I am anything else, I am one part of a relationship. When I see something, someone, some some, that I don't understand, I want to know. I want to talk, taste, touch, learn, learn, learn.

I never quite understand it when other people shy away.

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