08/08/2025
Two years.
That’s how long it’s been since I first opened the doors to this little coffee shop. Two years of showing up, figuring it out, and hoping I’m doing right by the space, the people, and the dream that started it all.
It’s not about coffee. Not really. It’s about people. It’s about showing up. Consistently, gently, and with your whole self. Independent coffee shops are an essential in building community with your neighbors. This space has held more life than I ever imagined. I’ve watched love stories begin here. I’ve seen families grow. I’ve grieved with my customers. I’ve celebrated their milestones like they were my own. This store has been a witness to heartbreak, healing, laughter, and quiet moments of peace. It’s held so much. It’s held me too.
And then there’s the heart of it all: the people I work with. They’re not just staff. They’re part of my everyday life. I carry them with me. I root for their growth. I care about their well being, and I want good things for them; inside this space and beyond it. I want them to feel safe here. To know they matter. To know they belong.
Luminary has taken on a personality and life of her own. Everyone who walks through the door sees something different in her, and somehow they’re all right. There’s something about this work that keeps pulling me in. Even when I’m tired. Even when I feel unsure. Even when it hurts. I’m doing it scared, every single day. I believe this work matters. I believe this place is good. That it’s worth it.
I took a chance on myself. And somehow, the universe met me halfway. It opened doors I didn’t even know how to knock on. If this is what it means to build something. Something messy, sacred, and human. Then I’ll keep building. Even with tired hands. Even with a heart that sometimes feels too full. Even with a cup that isn’t always full. Because this little coffeeshop is mine. And I believe in it. Even when I don’t know where I end and Luminary begins.