Here’s the deal. I see it as a curse, others see it as a gift. I have this thing where I come up with seemingly crazy ideas that could potentially work. I start on them then quit for fear of screwing up. My latest endevour though really has me thinking and excited, but that’s the scary part. I am completly lost in this idea. I see it as though it were actually true, as though I am living it. I dont want to set myself up for a downfall, and this would seriously break my heart if I were to start it and not be able to see it through.
So, wondering what this huge idea is, eh? Well, to understand the full scope of the idea you must first realize my thought process, which is virtually inexplicable. So I will say how I came to realize this big idea, meaning the events leading up to this.
Yesterday, I was riding along in the car with my mom and we passed by Starbucks. I asked my mom if she had been inside it and she said no. Well, I then started complaining about how they had virtually no seating inside and how they really should. Then my mind went into creative mode; I began thinking about how a coffeehouse should be.
Lots of fluffy couches and huge pillows to sit on the floor and books, lots of books. I began to see this in my head, slowly coming to life, the walls vivid colors swirling around, lots of red, orange and purple. Huge coffee cups, none matching the other with wacky saucers to place them on. Funky lamps lighting the corners in “mood lighting” and on the walls black picture frames with awesome black and white photos of people, places, things, pets, just about everything imaginable but in black and white to offset the vivid colors of the walls. Then I was thinking about the books, lots of books but this wouldn’t be a book store. One wall in the back would be nothing but bookshelves with books that have been donated for patrons to read while they sat comfortably in the fluffy couches drinking their coffee.
I then began to think, what type of people would work here, then I thought of myself. I’ve always wanted a job where I could wear what I wanted. This led me to the funky aprons. Each employee would have a different apron, customized to themselves. Kind of a patchwork quilt of their lives, with of course their name on it. Then, I remembered an episode of the Gilmore Girls. Luke, Loreli, Rory and Dean go to a bookstore to see a movie, I thought, why not have a movie screening night. One night a month, have a movie played and then everyone sit and talk about it afterwords. Of course my mind also trailed to hey, why not pick a show and every time there is a new episode, have it on and then talk about it afterwords.
And so there’s my great idea – opening a coffee house with actual atmosphere. Not a stuffy Starbucks or whatever other big name coffee houses there are that offer almost no seating and when they do it is most often unconfortable. Open a place that challenges each patron to think: about art, life, love, hate, and any other emotion or subject under the moon. The possibilites are endless.
So now that you see my idea you can understand why I am having trouble. First off, I dont have the money to begin a new business. Second, I would serioulsy die if I were to begin this and it all come crashing down. But sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. I think it might be time for me to take mine. Plus, I’ve already come up with a name. Its a good name, no It’s a GREAT name. But I shall save that for last.
I am currently in research mode, doing all I can to find out about how to go about opening a small business. If I should decide to partake in this venture, I shall keep record of it here, or make a new blog just for it. I do think it is time for me to actually do something with my life, and this could very well be it.
Wish me luck.
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