Here’s To French Toast, Kortney Kardashian, and 60s Chart-Toppers!
I took an impromptu trip to Atlanta to have breakfast with a dear friend at one of my favorite ATL morning establishments (I see you, West Egg. I see you.) Right from the start I thought I was being cool and ordering my new favorite caffeinated bevvy (come to me, delicious cortado) when my friend informed me that Kortney Kardashian has been rocking them on her show for quite some time.
Defeated by unintentally keeping up with the Kardashians, we moved to more pressing issues like life, love, and the pursuit of normal adulthood– All things we seem to be failing miserably at!
There is something quieting about splitting a meal with someone who gets you and can talk sense to you and humble you when your “coolness” is on par with a Kardashian. I am thankful to have friendships that dig deep and span many years of collected laughs and heartaches and joys and sorrows– it certainly makes french toast even better.
One of my favorite parts of our conversation was, of course, about the elusive creatures that are Men and our inability to make one love us. It’s tragic and at the same time ultimately freeing! For two independent ladies, it is a great reminder that I am not in control like I think I am or would like to be– not being able to make a certain gentleman fall in love with you reminds me that any sense of control I feel is an illusion– only God truly knows anything about what our lives will look like and who, if anyone, we will end up with. That reminder was like salve to a burning wound, and I’m thankful for the harsh reality and laughter that came from that conversation.
I got back to my car to drive home and within a few minutes, The Supreme’s “I’m Gonna Make You Love Me” came on the radio… fully engulfing me in laughter and reminding me again that God must have a great sense of humor.