Life Between Lattes

It’s funny how life seems to happen in the in-between moments. Not just the milestones or the big, loud chapters—but the quiet ones. The ones that unfold softly, between cups of daily coffee.

Like waiting for a latte, watching the barista’s use their practice to work their magic and create something special. Or sitting by the window, cup in hand, watching clouds pass by forming shapes to create their own stories within the sky.

That’s where I find most of my thoughts these days—in the stillness between the rush, the pause between plans, the long drives on a commute. In the gentle space where caffeine meets clarity.

“Life Between Lattes” isn’t rushed. It’s not always planned. But it’s real, rich, and full of little realizations one may miss if we are not paying attention.

So here I am, paying attention—with one hand around a mug and the other holding all these little moments that feel like everything.

Are you doing the same?

Not specifically a mug in this specific moment but you get the picture!