Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 119

Hi.

Coffee: Light Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand; I woke up feeling stiff and sore from the night before; I could barely brew the coffee, so it was good Z left the pre-ground bag, no telling what my hands would have done with the grinder; I spent the morning sipping this stuff on our brown couch and staring wide-eyed at morning clouds; when you’re tired, you’re dissolving; the coffee tasted like burnt sugar

How can you make an impact on people? I’ve been thinking it over a lot, lately. I’ve got a handful of opportunities staring me down. Like all opportunities, they’re incompatible with one another. There’s goods and bads, pros and cons, so the only spectrum I’ve found to judge them on equally is: what will allow me to make the most impact? I’m still not sure.

I talked with an old woman who’s thinking about buying a beach house. She has a bad knee and no plans to see the ocean. Instead, she’s buying the house to be closer to her sister, who is even older, and having health issues.

I talked to a kid in college who’s reading The Wealth of Nations. Not for classes, but for personal interest. He’s young enough to think the world will open up for him like an oyster, and maybe it will. He’s passionate enough to think he’ll have an answer for all the constant questions, and maybe he will.

I talked with a man who smells like mildew. He has one bright yellow shirt that he wears while he’s working. Landscaping, a hard job for the hot summer. He speaks mostly Spanish and I speak mostly English but we manage. He’s taken to waving at me whenever he comes around and I’ve taken to shaking his hand.

All the people you come in contact with put an imprint in you. There’s no such thing as not having an impact. My heart’s a thousand pieces, a box of marbles, eager eyes in a murder of crows. But in the end, no matter which eye eats up all the others, I’ll look back and see the trail my body’s dragged through mud and grass. Hopefully, it’ll be a path made easier for whoever’s traveling behind.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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The real price of everything, what everything really costs to the man who wants to acquire it, is the toil and trouble of acquiring it.

Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations

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