magic coffee
This is daily unedited: an excavation of my subconscious + creative writing experiment. I have a 10 minute daily limit and must write whatever comes in that time.
My husband is the best. I’m reminded of this every time I drink coffee. He told me recently I should drink coffee more often.
I’m on a coffee high right now, which happens rarely. I used to drink coffee a few times a year (if that), but lately it’s been 3-4 times a month: on Saturday mornings, when my husband watches our boy solo so that I can write for a few hours in a coffee shop. A true gift and I’m so grateful for it.
This morning when I first arrived, I started journaling about nothing in particular. The coffee hit a few minutes in and it turned into a frantic scribble of gratitude.
I’m grateful for Irene making fun of my dress in 3rd grade, I’m grateful to know pain, I’m grateful for coffee (hahaha), I’m grateful for the time I was forgotten and had to hitchhike home, I’m grateful that feeling was unfamiliar to me, I’m grateful the world brought me and my husband together…
On and on, with the most random memories / feelings / impulses popping in.
And it’s true that I’m feeling grateful for every one of them. With every sad moment, every moment of hurt, and every win, I’ve learned something new.
And when fueled by coffee, looking back from the comfort of a buzzy environment, these lessons all look glorious.
An ode to coffee.
Prompt: whatever is on my mind
Space: Coma Coffee
Mood: lots of gratitude!