my coffee. columbian roast. almond milk, no sugar, please.

I wanted coffee so badly this morning, and we were fresh out.

Last night, my sister called and said, “Turn to channel 40”, and so I did, only to catch the last few seconds of a show called Writers’ Confessions.

So I Googled it.

It’s a series, in its fourth season now, whereby authors are interviewed on a common topic. This installment was about readers – the audience writers write for, but never meet.

I woke up this morning 45 minutes early because it was airing again and I was determined to watch it. I haven’t felt this determined about anything for some time now and realized just how much I missed that feeling. Lately, I also crave insight on writing more than I crave chili-infused dark chocolate, and that’s saying a lot.

For the first time in weeks, I wanted to wake up because I had a reason, other than work, to get out of bed. One problem though: no coffee.

My only option was to bear the cold and head out in search of the almighty bean.

I walked downstairs, into our kitchen, and made a deal with myself: ‘If you find coffee in this kitchen, you can do anything.’ Ridiculous, right?

I pictured myself sitting with a perfectly hot cup of coffee, lightened only by a swig of almond milk, watching this TV show that I’d been anticipating for the last 11 hours.

I had the vision, ergo, I had the will.

One lonely canister that I hadn’t touched in weeks suddenly became the only thing I could see in the room. Could it have…?

In it, I found two pods of coffee. Two.

The brewing was almost ceremonious. I couldn’t believe my eyes! My nose! I had found coffee. Win.

I walked upstairs to tell Rob, still in bed. I whispered, “I found coffee. Two pods,” and smiled.

He opened his eyes a little and just sort of understood, knowing how much I just needed something to go right, especially these past few weeks.

“You collect enough peanuts,” he said, “you can feed an elephant.”

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Join the conversation: So, what peanuts have you collected?
(or, just feel free to leave any ‘ol thought. I love them all.)