Coffee drinkers everywhere know that first cup of coffee clears away the cobwebs. As the slogan says, it’s the best part of waking up. The merits of fair trade and pervasiveness of trendy branding notwithstanding, this common beverage crosses boundaries, both physical and categorical, helping us make connections wherever we go, no matter where we come from. Sipped in solitude or shared in a crowded cafe, people all over the world know the importance of the coffee break; even those who don’t drink coffee.
Mornings when my motivation is considerably lacking, which are more frequent than I care to admit, it’s that second cup that brings my thinking into focus. Halfway through, synapses begin to fire. Not rapidly but in a sort of rhythm, creating sequences of words that work their way into my writing in the form of a poem, a chapter, or sometimes nothing more than a blog post title. It would be nice to experience a surge of inspiration that I could build a TED talk around, but that isn’t likely. Instead there is slow and steady progress toward completing what I happen to be working on at the moment. In this particular moment, that’s a second book, class assignments, and blog posts.
Writing, for me, has been transformative. What began as therapy is now something more. I’m uncertain how exactly to articulate what that something is. Sharing my point of view isn’t particularly new, and yet, there is a newness in my writing, or at least in the way I see myself through writing. It has helped me develop different types of expression. It may seem as though I’ve been trying to perfect the rant, but it has been Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer challenge to make every word count that has helped me the most. Comments from each of you have also been a tremendous encouragement.
I’ve been around the block both personally and professionally and for the past five years I have been privileged to volunteer with some of the best not-for-profit organizations around, choosing at the end of last year to go back to school to prepare for what’s next. I haven’t decided what’s next, but for the first time in my life I am executing a plan that doesn’t make me dread mornings. A plan that I believe is going to be good to the last drop.