Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 213


Coffee:  Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

It’s been a long day with a lot to process. In and out of my life, from work to the news. I’m sitting at the end of it wondering why I’m only drinking water. I’m tired, stretched, elated. You can’t take the good from the bad, salt water.

Anyway, that’s all to say I don’t have much to say. But I wanted to write something, at least. I have to. The Coffee Log is how I center myself. It’s a way to make the day into something I can control. Of course I can’t control it, not really, not much of any of it, but I can stick it all over with words, and I get to choose what words to use.

You’re precious to me. I’m saying that to all of you, whoever reads this, wherever you are. We define ourselves by looking at each other. I can only carve this daily space for me because I know each and every one of of you who reads will see me differently. A prism, or crayons, or mitosis, or Savannah soil. I like the way you look at me, good and bad.

So thanks. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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Would that be dangerous, to not look while being looked at?

Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl

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