I smelled my future about two years ago. I wasn’t for sure where my imagination came from but I was there. I could physically smell the aroma from where I depicted my future to be. I smelled the crisp coffee from the French press—of a cozy office sitting on the second floor of downtown. I smelled the rain, pictured my dripping wet umbrella, laid against Berkeley’s mess of a workstation across from mine. In my head, Berk was close to 7-years old. Her area is consumed with piles of patterned paper and old drawings scattered across her desk. I don’t seem to care much because she loves art and hate the clean up. I can definitely relate. I do that crap now: design-create—but never clean the mess up.
I must’ve just dropped her off to school because it seemed pretty early and I was the only person in the office. The big window was wide open, framing the steady street below. A few cars drove by, a steady flow of pedestrians, locals walking their dogs, and a few morning runners. The rain just kept on but I enjoyed it. That’s nothing out of the ordinary; I’ve always preferred the rain over the sun. That has always been my preference. It was a peaceful place—with the combination smells of coffee and old library books.
The scene was familiar but I had no clue of what the heck I was doing there until about four months ago. I realized what I really want to do. Bee Articles was just a dream until I decided to make it my goal. Berk and I created it and when I retire, our second-story office will open and we will be bustling up there everyday. Mess and all. Glitter galore. Papers everywhere—pinned across the room. Amazing place to work.
Now, the scene is definitely complete in my mind. All that is left to find, is “downtown.”
Living the dream,
Loving life,
Kris B.
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