Happy Thought #11: Coffee Shops
Coffee shops are very special to me. They remind me of a phase I had to go through five years ago. And because of these cozy coffee shops, I was able to keep my sanity, got me focused and still allowed me to become productive while recovering.
There was a time that I stopped working for months to recuperate from physical and mental burnout. I didn't recognize burn out for what it was until slowly I felt really utterly miserable, tired, unproductive and negative. My life had become toxic. I didn't know what I wanted anymore and it was as if time was slipping away from me fast. I couldn't remember what my goals were and I received crap from almost every angles that I just recycled them to also produce crap. I knew I had to stop before it got worse that I'd go out of my mind with the fear of stabbing everyone I hate with a pencil.
So I resigned from work and decided to rest. I went to the province to stayed away from Manila. I enrolled myself in a class even to reignite my mind and give me the pleasure of learning something new again. I also stayed connected. I did what I wanted to do that I had no time of doing. To Blog.
That was when coffee shops came in. I would spend hours there writing and surfing. I relished the feeling. The mood was relaxed but at the same time I was producing something I wanted, that really mattered to me. Everyday I would take that trip and hogged the spot for 5 hours at least. I'd go home feeling energized and refreshed. It was a daily routine, going to the coffee shop, making it my office. Office without mental anguish and physical stress.
But I knew I had to get back on track. I went back to work, faced new challenges and moved to grow from one place to another. Thankfully, it would never be as bad as before. Somehow that dark experience taught me to find balance. As for the coffee shops, I don't go there for hours anymore. I would just go get my coffee, read occasionally but rarely I'd go there to blog and surf.
Yesterday it was a delight to get a glimpse of my previous routine once again. Since I had to wait for someone, I did the next best thing. With my laptop and kickass internet connection, it was a no-brainer to spend the remaining hours in a cozy coffee shop. I blogged and surfed for two hours max. I was able to clean my email, update my documents and blog.
Coffee shops would always be a happy thought for me. I would never look at it the same way ever again. I knew that for months I spent my time there, I was able to reconnect and be productive. They transitioned me from a bad place to a positive place and I'd forever be grateful. I'd be looking forward to an opportunity to spend time there again.
Coffee shops are very special to me. They remind me of a phase I had to go through five years ago. And because of these cozy coffee shops, I was able to keep my sanity, got me focused and still allowed me to become productive while recovering.
There was a time that I stopped working for months to recuperate from physical and mental burnout. I didn't recognize burn out for what it was until slowly I felt really utterly miserable, tired, unproductive and negative. My life had become toxic. I didn't know what I wanted anymore and it was as if time was slipping away from me fast. I couldn't remember what my goals were and I received crap from almost every angles that I just recycled them to also produce crap. I knew I had to stop before it got worse that I'd go out of my mind with the fear of stabbing everyone I hate with a pencil.
So I resigned from work and decided to rest. I went to the province to stayed away from Manila. I enrolled myself in a class even to reignite my mind and give me the pleasure of learning something new again. I also stayed connected. I did what I wanted to do that I had no time of doing. To Blog.
That was when coffee shops came in. I would spend hours there writing and surfing. I relished the feeling. The mood was relaxed but at the same time I was producing something I wanted, that really mattered to me. Everyday I would take that trip and hogged the spot for 5 hours at least. I'd go home feeling energized and refreshed. It was a daily routine, going to the coffee shop, making it my office. Office without mental anguish and physical stress.
But I knew I had to get back on track. I went back to work, faced new challenges and moved to grow from one place to another. Thankfully, it would never be as bad as before. Somehow that dark experience taught me to find balance. As for the coffee shops, I don't go there for hours anymore. I would just go get my coffee, read occasionally but rarely I'd go there to blog and surf.
Yesterday it was a delight to get a glimpse of my previous routine once again. Since I had to wait for someone, I did the next best thing. With my laptop and kickass internet connection, it was a no-brainer to spend the remaining hours in a cozy coffee shop. I blogged and surfed for two hours max. I was able to clean my email, update my documents and blog.
Coffee shops would always be a happy thought for me. I would never look at it the same way ever again. I knew that for months I spent my time there, I was able to reconnect and be productive. They transitioned me from a bad place to a positive place and I'd forever be grateful. I'd be looking forward to an opportunity to spend time there again.
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