Deep thoughts with Sarah.... Vol 134

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Do you ever see something someone else has done and you're hit with a giant brick of jealousy? This happened to me yesterday when I was catching up on one of my favorite blogs, A Beautiful Mess, and saw the new bar that Emma had opened up in Missouri, The Golden Girl Rum Club.    

Every picture of her (actually, I believe it is their bar -- she opened it with her husband) wow'd me. I mean I was just sitting at my laptop SO JEALOUS. No detail was missed, the space is perfect. I mean it, it's totally perfect.

I sat there and thought how amazing it would be to own a bar. Man, would I love to build a bar from the ground up, and pick every single last detail from the floors to the counter tops to the glassware. When I was in Nashville a couple of months ago, I joked to Helene that I wanted to open up an Instagram bar. Everything would cater to your instagram photos. 

Marble countertops at the bar. 

Subway tile on the walls. 

All cocktail height, white tables paired with stainless steel bar chairs

Bright yellow doors. 

Succulent centerpieces on every table

Floor to ceiling windows that let ALL OF THE NATURAL LIGHT  in.

Some sort of cute saying embedded in the tile work in the bathroom. Perhaps, "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe".... (I'll work on that one) 

Bloody Mary's piled high with the most delicious snacks known to man -- maybe even a slice of pizza...

Boozy snow cones in a spectacular range of colors -- yellow, purple, blue, red, green, orange, pink

A pup friendly, off-leash backyard patio filled with yellow picnic tables and a walkup bar. 

Ok, I'll work out some of those details. I think I'm a little all over the place. As I was envisioning being behind my perfect Instagram bar, patrons pulling up a seat while I toss them a black and white striped cocktail napkin and ask, "What'll it be? Rose all day?" I snapped back to reality and sighed... ahhh, if only! 

I brushed the idea away and assumed it was something I could never do. How would I ever afford such a thing? Sure I've worked in restaurants for a good 10 years of my life, but I have no experience running a bar. Ahhh, if only I was Emma from ABM. 

Something I often struggle with is a worry that I have no clue what passion I could turn into a career. People always say, "Choose a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life." What do I love? I love hanging out and snuggling with CB on the couch, like I LOVE that. There is literally no possibility of that becoming a career. I love watching football. I love cocktails and pizza.

Wait. Would I LOVE owning my own little unique bar? I dunno. I certainly seem to have a lot of thoughts on it that I was able to list. I might even have already done a rough sketch on a menu design, you know, for fun. The idea of owning a bar makes me giddy, but it makes me feel like a silly dreamer.

Why? Why couldn't I do that? 

I could market it. 
I could design it. 
I could grow it on social media. 
I've watched so many Bar Rescue marathons that CB would probably rather make himself physically ill instead of watching that show one more time. 
I could kill it with a bar.

So why couldn't I do that?

Deep thoughts with Sarah.... Vol 134.