It’s Friday. We’ve almost made it through the week, and the only thing I want is a steaming hot pot of strong, black coffee. It is the proven brew that will sustain me and get me through the day. That’s not asking for much. Is it?
Some people give me a hard time about what they call my drinking habit. I laugh and tell them I drink far more water than they do. The bottle says natural spring water, and I filter it further. The water is heated and passed through coffee grounds, sure, but it is still more water than they drink. Besides, I’ve heard about a study from a prestigious university linking coffee drinking to a longer lifespan, and I figure at this rate, I’m frigging immortal. Is it any wonder making my caffeinated beverage is the first thing I do every morning? I write it in my planner, Number 1 – Wake up, Number 2 – Make coffee, Number 3 – Drink coffee. Completing those three things makes me feel invincible, the world is my oyster, and I can tackle any problem. I ask you, how often do you accomplish that much and feel that good before 9 am? If you’re not drinking coffee, I have a suggestion.
Yes, it has been a long week, so I’m going to slink off to my quiet corner and drink my magic bean soup. Don’t worry if you hear voices from my cell, uh, I mean my desk. I assure you everything is fine. My coffee sometimes talks to me and gives me ideas. The doctor told me to write them down, and we discuss them before anyone gets hurt. I’m going now. Once the caffeine kicks in, it might be safe to talk to me again.
How do you start your morning?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer