I’m sitting with my coffee thinking about how much my routine has changed and stayed the same.
Over the years, I have had plenty of early mornings getting ready for work. I actually think they all involved coffee.
When I worked for Goodyear, I’d be up before anyone with my coffee and a crossword. No cell phone. No Facebook to scroll.
Me, coffee, the paper and a pen.
Yes a pen.
I used to be good at crosswords.
At State Farm, I’d get there an hour or so before everyone else. Make a pot of coffee and bake Otis Spunkmyer cookies. Relax with a cup in the quiet and boot up my email.
The Bistro was always an early morning, even on Mondays when we were closed. I would go in, make a pot of coffee, toast and sit at the bar looking out the glass doors feeling grateful about living my dream.
I guess I am a creature of habit.
I like my solitude and my coffee.
Alone time is so energizing.
Time to think and be grateful.
Plan and pray.
Mark off the goals I have met and add more.
Hmmmm, maybe coffee is brewed from a magical bean. And Jack grew a coffee beanstalk that went to a place dreams really do come true.
Maybe its just the company I keep those mornings. I like her and we get along just fine.
Love big my friends
Lorene
