I never feel as adult as I do when I'm sitting outside in the morning drinking coffee.
As a child, I always imagined that the pinnacle of success and adulthood somehow centered around the consumption of coffee.
How something like having the time, the spare moments, to sit and read and drink warm creamy liquid can define a person's own state is beyond me.
For all the studying I've done on human emotion and psychology, I still have a hard time understanding how fundamentals are created. Synapses I suppose.
But here I am. Watching the seasons change outside, sipping a coffee and enjoying how simple it is.
I haven't had coffee in YEARS. literal years. I can't drink it on most days due to the hole that lingers in my esophagus. But extra heartburn pills and a rekindled love of its dark morning flavor has brought me here, feeling nostalgic for a childhood I was determined to out run and a sense of responsibility that I'm determined to forget. At least for a few minutes.
Tonight I'm preparing dinner for a good friend that I don't see as often as I'd like. I think I'll throw down a recipe. Since I haven't done that in awhile. Keep your eyes open for that dear readers.
And sip your coffee extra slowly today. Don't be in such a hurry to get going to wherever you're going to.
As my dad would say - when God made time, he made plenty of it.