Know Thyself

I grew up Mormon. While I no longer associate myself with any religion, I still love and respect Mormonism. It fostered in me many skills that have helped to cope with the struggles of love and life. One thing it did not give me was a love for coffee. Coffee was a known, not stressed about, not to be drunk taboo.

I went to school for music, tried my hand at it on and off for ten years, and it didn’t do it for me; it didn’t provide the nourishment I was looking for. Music was a disappointment for so many reasons, most of them my own failings, but it primed me with the desire to be proficient at something, to be a master over a craft. My first cup of coffee was drunk at the age of 25, and it grew over the past few years to fulfill that role of craftsmanship.

Choosing coffee as a profession has come to me as the greatest and most deeply influential surprise of my young life. I recently turned 28, and the coffee world has opened its doors to me. Upon entering the industry I committed myself completely to it as a craft and career full of possibility.

I’m still at the beginning, and I still know so little.

When I moved to Denver, I was welcomed in with my first barista position, and it was just a job. Coffee was a paycheck while I figured out other things in my life, but once I had the realization that music wasn’t taking care of me, it was all I had. My perspective was drastically altered, and coffee became a rich environment to invest myself into. Very suddenly I felt deep sense of dedication, and I rolled with it.

When a door opens, be strong enough to let go of the past and step through.

Coffee made sense. It was new and exciting, I could easily imagine devoting my entire self to its pursuit, and it made sense economically. Coffee could be an actual career.

Serendipitously I have ended up where I’m at now, and it’s the best fit of a potential career there has ever been for me. I know next to nothing about both the industry and my future in it, and that openness is exciting. There is room to grow as a professional in Denver, and my intuition is leading me to pursue it even further.

I care about growing as an individual. I care about the meaningful community around me, and I hope I can transform along the way and support both myself and the people I find myself surrounded by. Mormonism left its mark on me during my formation as a human being, and coffee is now my vocation. I hope it will be filled with the same charity, holism, and wisdom that is characteristic of many beliefs and spiritualities, and I believe having that kind of hope for coffee isn’t unrealistic.