I’m not exactly a religious person nor am I skeptic to chance which seems more fate than circumstance. An open mind is an adventitious one in my humble experience. There goes a saying, or better yet a philosophy, along the lines of ‘there is no such thing as coincidence; there is only that which is inevitable.’ And so here I sit trying to put into words the swirling whirlwind of emotions coursing through my veins while filling my soul to overflowing.
For a young brat who used to call soda pop “beer” much to my parent’s occasional public embarrassment to drinking IBC Root Beer because it came in a brown glass bottle accompanied by a frosty mug much like the beer of which it bore a partial namesake to a very real family history of addictions, my life’s journey was always right under my feet. It just took a few years removed and a level state of mind to gather the firm footing and direction which inevitably follows.
Wherever there is good beer there I will be, invitation notwithstanding. And so it was that I found myself in festive style manning the Brooklyn/Sierra Nevada/Bells table at the Fest-of-Ales. Suffice to say, I rocked that table and many a tasteful beer was shared in good company amidst peeps and peepettes of diverse interests with one common goal: good beer. There was one particularly curious and excited couple who frequented my booth of beery bliss more than thrice. Come to find out as the evening waned amidst jovial conversation they were looking to open a new burger and beer joint in town. Amen, hallelujah, and peanut butter! With the festivities near close, the beaming young couple left armed with happy tastebuds and hopeful beer contacts. Little did I know that a new footing in my beery path had taken hold.
Coincidence? Fate? Inevitability?
There comes a time in one’s life where clarity of mind banishes all doubts, uncertainties, and hesitation as truth in purpose unfolds.
That moment is now.
That moment is BrewGrrs and me.
Funny thing about beer; it inevitably brings richness to one’s life not to be found anywhere else. A richness best shared as well as nurtured for in all souls there is kinship without barriers when gathered around a glass of tasty brew.
Family is both a place and a feeling; tangible and intangible in one singular moment. People, places, and relations are irrevocably precious. Time is irrelevant. There is now and tomorrow there will also be now. BrewGrrs is family. I wouldn’t say lost and then found but instead the inevitable brought to me by chance and circumstance to a place of belonging these eager feet are ready to tread.
Beer is my liquid passion. Food is my indulgent support. Together they are my burgundian mission I drink, eat, sleep, and dream about. We are going to rock the world in ways already imagined and in ways unimagined. Yet. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks out of the year it’s going to be a soulful journey starting with my hometown, Vero Beach, FL. That being said, I think I’ll have a beer and a burger. You?
(an original written work by Kristyn Lier. plagiarism is not tolerated)