Sometimes I sit with my morning coffee and think …
This is it. This is the high point of my day.
It’s not that I don’t expect something better to happen in the hours ahead.
It’s not that I expect something worse.
I just take another sip and think …
Nothing. Nothing else is going to happen today.
This is both sort of sad, but also comforting.
At least the day had a high point. And, if nothing happens that means that nothing bad will happen.
That’s about as good as it gets these days.
This morning’s coffee, ordered special from a California roaster north of San Francisco where Editor/Husband and I spent our wedding day (long story), is smooth and rich and better than Starbucks or Peets or Dunkin’ Donuts, or whatever it is you can buy off the grocery shelf.
Two months ago, I would throw my coffee into my travel mug and rush out the door. I always like arriving early at my studio so when my first client of the day strolls in, I look settled … like I’ve been there for hours.
But, I didn’t savor the coffee. I had other things to do.
Now, with my studio closed, I pay very close attention to the coffee. What else do I have to do?
I’m sitting here, in my pajamas, drinking my coffee. I guess I’m looking pretty settled here. Bad hair day, sure. But, hey, whose isn’t?
On Monday mornings, I open the calendar on my computer and one-by-one delete each appointment for the week ahead. Delete. Delete. Delete.
I wonder how my clients are doing.
I wonder if they miss me.
I take another sip. Continue reading