ometimes you
need to go back
in order to move
forward. We can travel near and far and not find the same comfort that we know to be true in the place we belong.
Many years ago, eight to be exact, I would spend either a Sunday or Monday at Taste of Heaven, a café located in Chicago’s Andersonville area. This place provided a sanctuary for my thoughts, literature, art and writing. From the time I got in the café to the time I left was dedicated to elevating my knowledge by reading 2-3 different novels, drawing with my prized colored pencils, and taking in my surroundings.
I treated this time like a 9 to 5 position, dedicated to being present with myself and my intention to grow my mind. Taste of Heaven stayed open later than most cafes and they never seemed to mind me staying for prolonged periods of time. As extensive as the menu was, I’m a creature of habit and would order the same thing all the time. My usual order consisted of house-made cherry granola with Greek yogurt topped with cherry compote and a side of peanut butter. After a while the staff stopped questioning my request for a side of peanut butter and just accommodated me by adding a button in their POS system. I thought this was endearing and thoughtful. Something only an exceptional place would do.
After moving to different areas of the city throughout the years, I lost touch with my cozy place. I began to miss the peace and clarity that Taste of Heaven brought me, so after a few years of absence I ventured back. Sitting down I admittedly recalled the sense of accomplishment I felt. Granting myself so many years of studying and creative expression really meant something to me and in that same moment I felt a little sad. Why did I ever leave?
I waved hello to Dan, the owner, and he held the same cheery disposition he always carried. “Had I changed?” I wondered. Retracing my mannerisms, I realized I truly had gone through an evolution of self during the time apart from my weekly café hideaway. I no longer looked down as the server came to me, I felt my spirit changed with confidence. My body language was bolder and unguarded.
How I spoke was more reassured and secure. “Wow, I’ve grown” I thought. I had to walk away from this learning table years ago and find out about real life outside of just reading about it in books.
Although, this break was necessary. I’m very thankful for Taste of Heaven being a home for my creativity, ideas and continued understanding.
Yes, other places and environments have brought me great lessons, but there is nothing like going back to where it all began to truly realize how much you’ve matured.
S