Welcome! My name is Vanessa. Thank you for visiting Saturday Morning Coffee. If you’re a creative soul, an overtired mom, someone who feels things deeply or overthinks pretty much everything, I hope you may find value in, or least relate to, some of the content you’ll find here.
You were a walking oxymoron. It was as if any darkness you carried you released through your art and your morose sense of humor, leaving you light and free. You exuded an honesty that was often mistaken for arrogance, but anyone paying attention could see the difference.
In a world where optimism is valued and encouraged, how do we innocently tout gratitude for the beauty in our lives while knowing that so many are not granted the same fortunes?
I was instantly filled with embarrassment, immediately followed by laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes—and I realized something:
"You shouldn't live your life for the weekends", they say. But right now, I do. When I arrive at my office on Monday mornings, a giant void fills me and I'm already counting the hours to 4pm. It's not because I hate my job. It's not because my nights and weekends are filled with spontaneity... Continue Reading →
When home is one single place for that fundamental time of your life, the physical space becomes so much more than a dwelling. It takes on a life of its own—a permanent fixture that deeply roots itself in your soul, grabbing hold a little bit stronger with each passing day.
One of my deepest sorrows in life is not having gotten to know you longer—to have shared more of my life with you.
I’ve called you this before, but you aren’t, really. Tiny, yes. Human, no. I mean, literally and scientifically you are, I suppose. But I’m not sure I’m ready to label you with all that accompanies that word, not just yet. There's far too much baggage and negativity and responsibility attached to it. Humans possess many distinctively beautiful qualities, yes. But humans also sin. They lie and they hurt, ill-intentioned or not. They have insecurities. Faults. Scars. You have none of these.
How painful it must be for her to let go of her granddaughter. To choose between her family and a life that truly fulfills her. How painful will it be for me, to finally let go of my own daughter one day? To accept whatever relationship I have with her once she's grown? Once I've done my own maternal damage?
"Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and people die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself." — William Martin
What kind of message does it send to her if I'm switching my attention from her, to an inanimate object? Whatever the reason, she doesn't know why I'm doing it, she just knows that whatever I'm doing is more important than her. Maybe this could be damaging in some way, or maybe she would grow up feeling like this is just normal behavior and would gladly accept it from me or anyone else she interacts with. Either way, I don't like any of those eventualities.