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Learning how to feed an elelphant.

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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.)

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I'm such a two-face

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Pro to partnership: someone can always take your picture. Con: someone inevitably will take one like THIS.

Pro to partnership: someone can always take your picture. Con: someone inevitably will take one like THIS. Note the sarcastic overtones in this sh*t eating grin.

With Rob away for the weekend, I figured this would be a good a time as any to do things that seem to fall off the map when you’re busy loving someone.

It’s not like I don’t get stuff done when he’s in my space,  but if I have to choose between staying in and finally sorting out my closet or strolling to Cherry Bomb Coffee Shop with Rob on a sunny Saturday, well, coffee and brioche win every time. Every time. Needless to say, it gets distracting.

Here are some of the pros of having your man away for a few days:

1. No distractions! My closet’s ass is mine.

2. I have the bed all to myself. Penelope is loving it, but still sleeps on my face. Hm.

3. I only have to make one coffee this morning. But I will still have two.

4. I’m on my own, so time is my own. Come, go. Stay, leave. My schedule, my rules.

5. Shower alone. Don’t judge. To save time we do a 2-for-1 often. But this weekend I’m spreadin’ out, baby!

6. Eating for one. When, where, and what I want. Need I say more.

Some cons of having your man away for a few days.

1. No distractions. Truth is I love them. Nothing beats being distracted with Rob.

2. I have the bed all to myself. Who the hell am I supposed to sleep on?

3. I only have to make one coffee this morning. Having two makes me pee more.

4. I’m on my own, so time is my own. Ok, I’m busy, but not that busy. Rob is like built-in entertainment.

5. Shower alone. Not as fun.

6. Eating for one. This got old on Friday.

I’m such a two-face.

But here’s the way I figure it: Perspective is everything. I know this. I understand this, but often forget it. Very often. Lately my cup has been looking half empty, but that shit’s getting old and I’ve been due for a little perspective reinvention.

It’s slap-face reminders, like being on my own for a few days, that give me a little insight as to how my ‘perspective skills’ are doing. If they were looking a little dull when Rob first left on Wednesday, they’re razor sharp now.

The closet awaits.

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