This is a writing prompt from Writing.Com.
Most nights when I’m getting ready for bed, preparing the coffee maker to start in the morning is part of the ritual. I love the smell of coffee in the early morning. For some unexplainable reason, it erases all the bad of the day before that had been interrupting my dreams. It inspires me to get busy on the things that matter today.
At least that’s what it usually does for me. This morning was different. The aroma slipped under the door of the bedroom, filling the air with the smell of brewed coffee beans. As I awoke to this otherwise intoxicating fragrance, I was filled with despair. I rolled over and closed my eyes again, trying to get back to that safe place called sleep. However, it was too late. My eyes would not stay closed and the small of my back was beginning to ache. As much as I wanted to deny it, it was time to wake up.
It was just a few days ago that I had been telling a friend that I liked my life and I thought the solitude and isolation were good for me. Little did I realize how much I was enjoying her company and how refreshing the conversation was. By the next day, I was questioning this so-called ideal life I have and started thinking about how I could change it. Yesterday, late in the afternoon, I realized that the possibility of changing anything in my life was next to nil. The path I had chosen over twenty years ago put me in a canyon that is giving me only one path to follow.
Was there any way I could beat the odds and climb out of this ravine?
I had read somewhere that if a person does the little things one at a time to get out of his or her rut, the chances for lasting success increases. My one concern was that it may not work for a rut that’s been constantly dug deeper and narrower for so many years.
There’s only one way to find out. Right? Put it to the test.
I went to the grocery store and, instead of buying the coffee I had been using in my coffee maker; I bought one of the coffees that is a special blend. Yes, it costs more but it has to be one of the cheapest ways to help myself get out of this canyon of utter despair. Besides, there is nothing like an excellent mug of coffee in the early morning.
- Morning coffee in the Different Countries of the World (photovide.com)
- The Coffee Conversation. (livinthemcginnislife.wordpress.com)