Good Morning! Happy Wednesday!

I’m super excited this morning¬†because I’m finally getting around to sharing with all of you something I’ve been trying out myself for the last couple of months; I guess you would call it a little bit of a “positivity challenge”.

Each week, for the past several weeks, I come up with just one positive task I can do each day of that week to make my week better, more productive and all around a happier experience.

So far, the weeks in which I have stuck to my pre-determined schedule, I can say for a fact have been better weeks than those in which I have missed days or…ignored it completely! ūüôĀ

I was telling a friend about this little adventure and she insisted that I should be sharing it with others, and just like that a new blog series was born! This is¬† extra exciting because I will have something to bring to the blog¬†at least¬†once a week – and since one of my resolutions for the year was to blog more (which I’ve been failing at miserably)…this is the perfect solution!!

Here’s how it works: every week stop by here and check out the schedule for the following week (Monday-Sunday). ¬†Pin the image or save it to your phone and use it as a guide to write down in your planner, journal or add to you calendar digitally. Each day will have a theme and each theme will have a suggested task but¬†feel free to insert a task more applicable for you! Perform the task each day – if you’re a social media addict like me and want to capture it then pretty please tag me @loveblisscoffee or #loveblisspositivity…you can also follow my week of tasks in my Instagram story if you’d like!

A few things I want to point out that I have learned since starting this:

  1. Keep the tasks for each day simple & quick. This is an opportunity to make yourself feel good not to set yourself up for failure. We are all busy and bogged down; adding an extensive task to your day won’t help (i.e. “clean out and organize the entire pantry” instead, try “clean out and organize¬†one shelf of the pantry)
  2. Try to make the tasks as fun as possible. (i.e. Organizing 30 pictures in your digital picture file is a little bit more fun than cleaning out/organizing your email inbox) These are tasks that are supposed to add some fun & accomplishment to your week or tasks you know you won’t get to on your usual “chore days”…hopefully that makes sense.
  3. Get your family involved! Make it a quick bonding activity with your kids or significant other – if you can complete a task outside while the weather is beautiful…even better!

Check out the schedule below! We’ll be starting on Monday October 1st! Can’t wait to share this with all of you! x,Hayley

If you follow me anywhere on Social Media you’ve noticed the past several months I’ve been on a journey to a healthier, fitter version of myself. I joined an amazing support system and, in my opinion,¬†family and I’ve experienced an amazing physical transformation so far.

So, how did I find this new, healthy lifestyle? I was lucky enough to stumble across a couple on Instagram who dedicate their lives to helping people improve their own lives. They truly are an incredible couple and while you should¬†definitely check them out that’s not the point of this post.

In addition, to be online fitness coaches they have a daily podcast called, “Myers Mindset” and the focus lately has been all about¬†happiness. They are on a mission to interview 1,000 people in attempt to discover the meaning of happiness. I told you they were incredible!

I promise, I am getting to the point of this post, stick with me!

One day, as I watched their Instagram Story flash by they asked their followers “who is the happiest person you know?” My initial reaction was…ME!

But then…that little voice inside (the metaphorical 2×4 I seem to carry around inside my head) started chiming in. To begin with, it asked, who am I to say I am the happiest person I know? Conceited much?

Then it began to point out all the cracks in my life; past & present.

Someone with a life long history of anxiety & depression cannot be the happiest person you know.

Someone who has insomnia and only gets a full night of sleep 50% of the time cannot be the happiest person you know. 

Someone who has already been divorced & remarried by 31 cannot be the happiest person you know.

Someone who needs to see a therapist on a semi-regular basis cannot be the happiest person you know.

Someone who is struggling to have a baby cannot be the happiest person you know.

Someone who can count her friends on one hand cannot be the happiest person you know.

Someone who had to grow up a bit too fast as a child cannot be the happiest person you know.

That stupid little voice has been the background noise for such a large portion of my life. Its talked me out of so many things; not just my happiness but my worth and what I deserve in general. I am SO quick to tell someone else how worthy, beautiful and inspiring I find them to be why do I have such a hard time telling myself that?

This morning, as I was driving to work and listening to the latest installment of the above mentioned podcast something clicked.

I am the happiest person I know and it’s okay to say that. I know myself better than anyone…so, it’s a logical conclusion. On top of that, Travis & I are the happiest couple I know, and again, it’s okay to say that because I know us better than any other couple.

I am a happy. Not just today or right now or¬†because of anything specific.¬†I’m just happy.¬†

Even more,¬†I’m happy in spite of my challenges.

Anxious days, sleepless nights, infertility challenges, spells of loneliness…they all might change my “mood” but my mindset stays with happiness.

I’m the happiest person I know. I hope you are too…and if you’re not, I hope you find the strength today to change that.¬†

Thanks for reading!




I’ve been hesitating to write this post for quite a while. Frankly, I think I am probably the least interesting person on the planet..and yet, almost every day I spend the evening replying to at least 10 messages between Facebook, Instagram & email from people asking me about my life, my travels, my dress, earrings, marriage, job….I could go on and on.

It’s no secret that I am an avid social media user – I truly don’t recall a time in which I didn’t have a status, blog, top 8 (RIP Myspace), profile picture, etc. to update. On top of that, I’m a sharer – I like sharing stories, selfies, photos of my family, vacation memories – I treat my social media like a sort of digital scrapbook that I can look back on one day and smile, laugh or, in some cases, hurt a little bit. Because of my social media behavior I have made lots of “digital friends” – people all over the country (some all over the world) that laugh with me, reply to my stories and just connect with me on some level.

The number one request I have gotten is to PLEASE start updating my blog regularly again. That is an insanely flattering request but also overwhelming…because, again, I find myself wildly uninteresting…so whenever I sit down to post something I find myself forfeiting halfway through..certain that no one is going to want to read it, but maybe I’m wrong?

Considering the fact that I adore writing and that people¬†actually¬†want to read what I write I’ve decided to make a promise to myself to check in on here once a week!

That being said, I decided to answer 5 of the questions I most frequently get asked in response to my little “social media life”. And I am going to be brutally, embarrassingly honest.

1. You’re soooo pretty! What’s your secret to such smooth skin? What products do you use?
Filters. Most of the time more than one! With access to such fun, amazing & flattering photo apps its so hard not to take advantage of all of the pretty ways I can improve a photo and my face! As for products – I use Purity cleanser at night, Dove sensitive skin in the shower in the morning followed by¬†IT Cosmetics Confidence in a Cream¬†every morning & each night. I use at least one mask a week – but those are always changing and I don’t have a favorite. As for foundation, I don’t use one – I stick to Laura Mercier Tinted Moisturizer¬†and if for any reason I need additional coverage I just mix a little liquid concealer in the tinted moisturizer..super simple! Also, there may or may not be a little Botox in my forehead….just saying. Bottom line…thank YOU for all of the compliments but I’m not as pretty in person as I appear to be in carefully doctored photos! Lol!

2. What are your favorite photo editing apps?
On that note, what apps do I use to achieve the picture perfect selfies?
These are my top 5:
YouCam Perfect/YouCam Makeup
….Have fun with those!

3. What exactly do you do for a living? Do you work?
I can see how it would appear in my social media world that I don’t actually have a “job”. Ha! I actually have several! My parents own a transportation company that spans most of the midwest region – I do the online marketing, social media & SEO for their company. In addition to that I have a small online marketing company called Clever Click Marketing – I do online marketing & social media for a number of small businesses throughout Omaha. Also, my mom & I just opened a small boutique in Elkhorn, NE called Dreamcatcher – I work out of there most of the week helping run the business, buying, IT, marketing side of things while my mom & her sister handle the creative, staging, decorating aspect of the store. AND, I’m a part-time assistant for my husband. So, you could say I stay busy. ūüėČ

4. Do you have kids? Is it hard being a step-mom? Are you trying to have kids?
I’m combining these questions all into one to keep it simple. I have a step-son/bonus son – he’s 12-years-old! It’s not hard being a step-mom, there are challenges and days in which I can’t believe how different my life is from the way it was before but its truly amazing and I love the experience. I don’t take how lucky I am for granted, he’s an exceptional kid and treats me like gold and his dad & I have a great relationship with his mom and her husband…I know that not all people have it that easy and some really struggle and while I sympathize for them I just can’t relate! Yes, my husband and I are trying to have a baby…but it’s proving more difficult than anticipated but that’s a story for another time!

5. “Your life looks perfect!” “You get to travel so much!” “You and your husband seem so in love!” “I wish I had your life!”
These are just a handful of the statements that get flung at me every day. Yes, my social media life looks pretty perfect and lots of days are perfection but just as many days are mediocre at best and some straight up suck. I do get to travel a lot but my husband & I work hard to do so and we sacrifice & save to make those trips happen. My husband and I are in love – maybe even annoyingly so but we have our issues. To give you some perspective…I was ugly crying in the HyVee parking lot less than 3 hours before this photo was taken.










So…you know…take everything with a grain of salt. ūüėČ

I’ll be around more now, I promise! And keep the questions coming – at least that way I’ll always have something to blog about!


Love Is

Sometimes…when I’m feeling especially nostalgic (and maybe a tad bit masochistic) I will dive into my book shelf of personal journals, opening & reading the very first one my hands make contact with.

Usually it’s in the middle of the night, when sleep escapes me and I feel an absolute necessity to remember where I’ve been, who I’ve been and who others have been to me. I will sit in too little light, with too little blankets and bury myself in my words. Sometimes it’s wonderful, sometimes it is an emotional beating of the worst kind…most of the time it is both.

Tonight while I was reading a journal from my Freshman year of college…brutally reliving all of my heartbreak and awkwardness….I found myself paused at an almost desperate sentence scrawled at the bottom of an unfinished entry.

“I just want to be in love so I don’t have to hurt anymore.” ¬†


I read the sentence twice before the giggles began bubbling up. I laughed and laughed….and laughed. Alone, in an empty living room. I was absolutely certain I had gone crazy, I mean, really there was nothing funny about this desperately sad, younger version of myself.

The naivety behind that 19-year-old’s belief that love solved everything…I found that entertaining and I guess, a little bit endearing. I was stuck between wanting to go back in time and let her know that she was wrong (as she was about MOST things at that age) and at the same time wishing I could soak myself in that same naivety.

Now, of course, I know…love is not the absence of pain. In fact, even at it’s best, it can be one of the most abundant source. It’s important and it’s fragile and it’s so utterly out of our control…

And yet, so many of us expect love to save us and when it doesn’t we think we must try again, with someone else, somewhere else, at some other time.

It won’t save you, not ever.

The truth is, love – the real kind – will break your heart into tiny pieces and then it will put your heart neatly back together just to do it again, it’s devastating and it’s hard and its worst and brilliant, abundant light at its best.

Sorry this is dark & heavy…but love is dark & heavy. It’s also light & courage & passion & comfort & warmth. It’s worth it. And if it sounds like I’m contradicting myself that’s because love¬†is a contradiction, a battle, a storm…that knowledge – that’s what will save you.

Love is absolute certainty that you would want to die if they died…but also the certainty that you would get out of bed every single morning, and brush your hair and make your coffee and smile at least three times for the sake of their spirit watching over you.

I’m having an “off day”. You know the kind of day I’m talking about…nothing is particularly bad but nothing is really getting a smile out of me either. I mean, when Ozzy Man Reviews fails to make me laugh I know that I am definitely “off”, hormonal or just tired and….possibly…….carb deprived. ūüôā Regardless, today is “eh”.

The morning was uneventful, the tasks monotonous and ordinary and after only about an hour of work in what I usually find to be my ridiculously happy and inspiring office I decided I needed to get out of the house.

So, now, I’m sitting at Scooters, at an outdoor table…staring at the landscaping that makes up a shopping complex I jokingly refer to as my “second home” – here’s to you Village Pointe! And….I still don’t feel any better. My instinct was to grab my phone, prettily arrange my iced coffee, my cute journal and open laptop to formulate an encouraging and cheerful Instagram post but, I changed my mind and opened this blog.

At this point….most of the people that “tune” into this blog are wondering why they are still reading…..and if you are, I appreciate it – depressssssing! But I do have a point.

I guess it has a lot to do with what I wrote about last week – about the wisdom that has come in my thirtieth year. It’s okay to have an off day. It’s even okay to have a really, really bad one.¬†We are all so consumed (at least I am) with making our weekends and even just our Tuesdays look like a perfect reality. Sometimes they are perfect, I don’t know about you, but I love opening up Facebook to find someone else having an absolutely wonderful day. But, how often do we log in just to say…..”wow, today has kind of sucked”? And those that do are not usually met with the sort of comments and “likes” that accompany a sunny, pretty, perky post.

So, this is me removing the filter, that pretty little filter I seem to add to every post and every picture almost robotically. Today isn’t my favorite….and for no real reason other than that sometimes life (no matter how good or bad) is exhausting. I am absolutely aware how lucky I am to have the life that I do….but, there is not a human being on this Earth that doesn’t sit down sometimes and think, eh….I don’t like this day. And this is me, telling you, for what it’s worth, it’s okay to remove your filter too.

And on that note, I want to say….and this is important so listen closely….it’s okay to know that someone, somewhere (or a lot of people, a lot of places) certainly have it ‘worse’ than you do at this very moment…but that doesn’t take away whatever weight you might be carrying this morning, this week, this month or even this year. Don’t ever let someone brush off your vulnerability as weakness or as unimportant as someone else’s pain, suffering or challenges.¬†

Now, no matter what kind of day you’re having….I’m going to leave you with what one of my favorite people always says to me…

“Be gentle with yourself.”



I went to the gym almost every day in the months before I turned 30, partly because I have been on a mission to get fit and slightly because I enjoyed bitterly typing in the numbers 2-9 when the elliptical would ask my age. I made a big deal of 30, unfortunately, the majority of my friends said “hello” & “goodbye” to 30 many….many years ago. ūüėČ So, while they were excited to celebrate me, the sympathy was in short supply.

Now…I’m only 2 months and 20 days into this 30-year-old adventure and I have to say, I like it…actually, I adore it. In my opinion, adoration, is one of the highest compliments you can pay to a person, a song, a dream, a hobby…and a life. It’s not just fondness, compatibility or even a strong love – it is all of those things combined. Adoration means that if one of those facets (liking, loving, wanting) fades…there is always another one to take it’s place. Adoration is consistent and all consuming. So, when I say I already¬†adore¬†my 30’s….well, that’s quite the statement.

I guess I can’t give an age….or a number, all of the credit. It just seems like my last decade has taught me quite a bit…some of it gut wrenching, some of it inspiring but most of it just necessary. And so I’ve found myself at a place in which so many things have fallen into place while so many other things haven’t….I figured, in an attempt to make everything make sense I would put together my initial thoughts on this whole “turning 30 thing”.

  1. People’s opinions matter so much less. I’m not a size 4, I like to drink and have fun but I like being in bed by 10pm sharp, I absolutely¬†adore my husband and I will brag about it every chance I get, I take wayyy too many selfies and I spend half of my time with my hair in a bun on top of my head (drives my husband nuts and not in the good way) but….whatever. This is who I am, this is what I look like, these are the things I like to do and this is the way I act. At some point in the last year when word trickled down to me that so and so said this or that person said that….I shrug, sometimes they’re wrong, a lot of times they’re right. I finally know who I am for better and for worse and it’s okay to be all of those things (good & bad).
  2. I’ve learned the art of saying “no”. I am certainly not an expert, but compared to several years ago I have learned to tell someone “no, I’m not up for that”. And it’s okay to cancel plans that I dread and it’s okay to not feel good and curl up in a blanket and take care of myself. I used to run myself ragged to make everyone around me happy…now, I assess who in my life deserves the effort, I make that effort as often as possible and as for the rest…well, I’ll be there…or I won’t. No apologies here.
  3. I’m brave and strong as shit. There was a time in my life when my illnesses would plague me and the world would seem like too much and I would settle down onto the floor in tears and decide that I must be one of the “weak” ones. And then one day, I risked absolutely everything to follow my heart and I endured every single heartbreak that followed only to find sheer bliss on the other end. Since then I’ve gone into health procedures and surgeries with a steadiness and determination some would envy and I’ve endured ailments (some that have lasted months) with strength and grace. The breakdowns that happened in between all of that bravery and determination weren’t/aren’t weakness, that was just me being human.
  4. ¬†People will let you down, some of them will be the very last person you expect that behavior from (I would know, I’ve been that person). It’s life. You can waste your time being shocked, upset, heartbroken and uneasy or you can except that people are people and everyone does what they need to do to protect themselves. While I will only truly rely on and trust a handful of people in my life (you guys know who are are) I will always expect the best from people….but when their best isn’t available I will offer them the grace and the forgiveness I haven’t always been offered. Humanity is imperfect, we were designed that way. I’m not encouraging anyone to expect the letdown, the worst….just, when it happens, remind yourself that you’ve let people down too.
  5. Finally, it’s all on you. I have the most loving family – immediate, extended and those amazing people I acquired by marriage – and my husband is…just the most incredible human being and his son…my stepson….he hugs and kisses me every time he leaves the room. But, even with all of that, my happiness depends entirely on me. I could have all of the love in the world pouring into my heart and if I’m not taking care of myself than it won’t matter…it won’t penetrate….and what’s worse, the love I try to give back won’t stick. It will be forced, empty….floating around the room without landing on anyone that I actually care about.

To put it simply….reaching this point in my life has been an incredible journey and a gift that many don’t get. And I guess it makes me encouraged and excited about what each year will bring as far as wisdom and happiness. All I can say is, when I was a little girl and I imagined my life at 30 (which seemed very, very far away)…this life has completely exceeded all expectations and I’m grateful for that.

Here’s to 30! And here’s to hoping for another healthy & happy 30 years!


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The truth? I’ve been avoiding this blog.¬†The list of things I have done instead of clicking “Publish” is endless and a little bit concerning.

This space scares me. It’s a summary of a girl I used to be, or at least the girl I thought I was and the life that went with it. A good life, just not the right one. A life that, sometimes, I have to convince myself even existed; full of memories that can only be relived in a fuzzy, unsure way. The transition from that life to this one was not smooth or fluid; it was full of sharp edges that other people as well as myself always¬†seemed to catch the end of.

To put it simply, the words on this blog remind me of my most intense battle: being me.

Every syllable of this blog prior to 2015 was dedicated to convincing anyone who might stumble across my words that everything, my whole life, was packaged up neatly with a pretty little bow.

A couple of months ago, I broke my nose. Maybe this seems like a random transition, but stay with me here.

Once the shock and hilarity of the whole situation had passed I was left with one swollen, slightly crooked nose and two very black eyes. I couldn’t do anything to cover it up, to make my face look like my face. Not to mention, just touching the area was extremely painful. So, for two weeks my face was void of all makeup – for anyone who knows me this is a major adjustment on its own – and it was bruised black & blue and then a sickly yellowish green before slowly disappearing, leaving my face as it found it. Those two weeks were…different. When I went out in public, people stared and not in a good way. I avoided mirrors. I was being beyond pouty and vain about something that would eventually heal, a temporary injury with the full knowledge that there are people out there dealing with horrendous illnesses and terrible battles. That only made me feel more miserable. To put it simply,¬†I didn’t handle it very well. Being stripped away of my image, of what I looked like without all of those things I relied on daily to “fix” my flaws.

But, my fiance came home every day and hugged me, kissed me and assured me I was still the love of his life. My friends were sympathetic but reminded me it would heal and told me, even if it was a white lie, that I was still beautiful. My family laughed at a situation that could only happen to me and made me laugh about it too.

I guess what I am trying to say is, this is what life was like for me for a really long time. That package, with the pretty little bow, was ripped open. And all of the mess, uncertainty, ugliness and disappointment was released from inside and I walked around with two very, very (figurative) black eyes. A lot of people didn’t like the unpackaged, less pretty version of my life and so they left – but I found it much less exhausting to be me, at both my best and my worst. Being a mess was a lot easier than pretending that I wasn’t one.

I owe a lot of that transition to Travis, my now fiance, the very first person in my life to see me completely – all of the good and every bit of the bad – and love me anyway. Also, a family, who I spent so many exhausting years trying to convince I had it all together…that I was a success….a rock – the person they could count on, they still loved me when they found out the truth. I make mistakes, lots of them. I think, maybe, they even loved me more. And the friends this transition brought into my life have been an epic blessing – its no longer a competition, a race, a battle to be the happiest, prettiest, most successful – instead its a circle of support, we all want each other to make it.

I’m going to come back to this blog, but this time, I’m going to make sure it is a reflection of who I am – not who I think other people want me to be.

It took 28 (almost 29) years to get here, to realize its okay to be a lot of sunshine mixed with a little bit of hurricane, to spend an entire day at home without ever actually putting on a pair of pants, to cry when things are sad or happy or overwhelming or for no good reason because….hormones, to eat an entire box of Mac n Cheese by myself and still have room for dessert. People will still love me if I forget to send a thank you note, a birthday card or I have to say no to a favor that was asked of me. It’s okay to miss a workout or not feel like doing that load of laundry or to keep the bed unmade for an entire week. The little snort at the end of my laugh is cute not embarrassing and if I want to wear something the rest of the world has deemed “out of style” I’m going to wear it, because I like it. Most of all, its okay to know what you want and its okay to do whatever you have to do to get it. I’ve learned to trust myself, to trust that I know what is best for me; you know when you have settled into the right life, with the right people because the littlest things bring happiness.

Waking up next to the person you love – knowing you’re the reason for the smile on their face, chatting openly and unabashedly with your best friends about some of those most embarrassing topics, a freshly mowed lawn, a perfectly cooked scallop, the love of a little boy who asks for nothing but some love back, folding clothes, drinking coffee, the flutter in my heart hearing the garage door open at the end of the day and knowing he’s home. This is life, this is contentment, this is me.




I’ve been terrified to write this. I’ve stared at the screen for several hours every week for many weeks willing the perfect words to escape my fingertips, willing the black letters¬†on a white screen to come together in such a way that everyone would understand. “Ooohhh,” they’d say, “that poor girl, she has always meant well, even when she destroyed people.”

Today, I realized, there is nothing I could write, no rhetoric that would make sense to everyone….no such thing as a blog post that could comfort all of those I may have hurt.

And maybe the effort seems pointless, damaging even….but the truth is, living in the past is trying to destroy¬†me. Living where all of the hurt we all caused each other has gone to die, where all of the bullets have settled amongst their wounds – that place bears no forgiveness from myself or anyone else.

“Learn to accept an apology you never got.” That’s the cliche, right? I can live with all of the apologies I never received, I find, though, that I struggle with the apologies I never distributed.

Right here, where I am in life, is absolutely imperfect. A large portion of the time is spent in absolute euphoria….but, a lot of the time it is sad, sometimes it is lonely, many¬†times its confusing and in very small moments it is unbearable….but it is, without a doubt, absolutely where I am supposed to be.

I cannot put into words what it feels like when you find the place where you belong. I had never in my previous 27 years found it and it was not for lack of trying. Every decision I made, every place I landed Рit was easy Рbut always wrong, I always felt at odds with my contentment.

I exist in a world I would have never created for myself and, somehow, it is everything I have ever wanted and needed. And yet, I am excruciatingly aware of all of the things and all of the people I have had to sacrifice for my own happiness, my own well being.

I won’t regret it. I haven’t yet and I never will. Even if this world is temporary it was worth every bit of anguish to be here for this precious amount of time.

I am deeply regretful that people had to suffer because it took me just a bit longer to find what I wanted, what I needed, what my own existence depended on. I was never one to leave destruction in my wake, but I was also never one to put my own needs before those around me.

I am sorry that it all happened at once. I am sorry that I couldn’t be everything I promised to all of the people in my life.

I hope this apology means forward progression, I hope it means I can leave it all behind, I hope that I means I can thrive. I guess most of all, I hope that all of those people who felt betrayed by my choices can wish me well.

I want the best for everyone I have ever loved and I can only hope they want the same for me.



I drink more coffee than a Gilmore.

(If you don’t get that reference…then you MUST park your butt on the couch and spend the next few weeks of your life watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix.)

Anyway…as I was saying, I drink more coffee than a Gilmore. Which means, I know my coffee and I know a great cup from a good cup and a good cup from a bad cup.

So, when Gusto coffee emailed me and asked me to do a review of their coffee I was more than willing. When I went to their website to do a bit more research and discovered that Gusto Coffee is not only passionate about the quality of their coffee but also the integrity of where that coffee comes from I was hooked. Fair trade and high quality is there mission and I was incredibly impressed by both.

I only became more impressed when the product arrived. The packaging, the logo and the overall presentation was idyllic!

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I was even more thrilled to have the chance to prepare the coffee from it’s “whole bean” form. I never get to use my coffee grinder and I find that coffee from whole beans is so much fresher and more satisfying than when purchased already ground!

Gusto Coffee 1

Gusto Coffee 2

I was pleased to find that not only did the whole process feel exactly like making an amazing cup of coffee should feel it was also an AMAZING cup of coffee. The taste was rich without be overwhelming and the whole experience was extremely rewarding. When this bag is gone I am positive I will be purchasing more of this fantastic coffee!

This is the face of a happy coffee drinker!!

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Also, have to shout out the adorable “Like A Boss” coffee mug and my Jamberry nails. Find the mug here and the Jamberry nails here!