But At Least I Have My Coffee

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Question for you: What do you do to escape from the work week?
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My skin is peeling off. And it’s kinda gross. It’s from the sunburn I earned from a long weekend in part spent in the sun.

But at least I have my coffee. Starbucks Double Shot Expresso. Purchased from the local gas station. That’s my drink of choice this morning. Hope it carries me through the day and the rest of the work week. It’s a shortened week, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy week. There’s a lot ahead today and tomorrow that I’m not looking forward to tackling, but needs to be tackled.

My flaky face might imply otherwise, but I am not a monster. If I could, I’d hide it this morning and work remotely. But there’s too much to get done and the expectation that I will be working on site today- so I will be at the office. And you will have to deal with my gross ass face falling apart in front of you.

But at least I have my coffee. It’s a dismal thought... but sometimes my coffee and the promise of the weekend to come is all I have to keep me going. This is not to say I don’t appreciate my job. I do. But what fuels me to get from one day to the next is often not my job, but things beyond it.

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Tonight, I’m set to reunite with a friend. That will be nice. If she doesn’t bail. She has a tendency to do so. She means well.... but cancels a lot. Somehow, we’ve maintained a connection despite it all. Anyway, if everything pans out, this meet up will be a welcome escape from work. But I’m not crossing my fingers. We’ll see if I can leave work on time or if I’ll end up having to bail myself...

Regardless of what happens tonight, come tomorrow morning, at least I’ll have my coffee. I try to alternate my coffee drinking days to maximize the potential of caffeine and avoid an addiction, but tomorrow will definitely be a coffee drinking day. Sometimes, the next exciting event in life can feel so far away... but coffee is always just a morning away. And that is such a beautiful, comforting guarantee.

I only drink coffee on week day mornings before catching my train to work. On the train, I am physically captive- I must sit for over an hour until I arrive at my stop. But my coffee-fueled mind roams free.... I don’t have to think about my peeling face. I don’t have to think about work and the things I don’t want to get done but that need to get done. Or anything else I don’t want to deal with at the moment. I can escape. And for that I’m grateful. Thank you, coffee for your unwavering support in my adult life and for always keeping me inspired. Without you, I’m not sure where I’d be!