An ode to that Monday morning cup of coffee

An ode to that Monday morning cup of coffee

I woke up this morning feeling less than human. I wipe the crust from my eye and convince myself "another day, another dollar" is worth the dread. Back to reality and routine; I showered, brushed my teeth, put a brush through this hair, put clothes on and threw some mascara on so I don't look dead and set off on an adventure-and by adventure I mean work. As I waited for the 135 bus to snail it's way down the street I thought to myself, "ya know, today may be the day I give up all my morals and become an Instagram model". Then I thought about how disappointed and ashamed my family would be and how insane I would look with unrealistic body proportions. 

I get on the bus to find my favorite seat is taken so I have to settle for a less desirable location. As the bus takes me a step closer to work, I idly scroll all my social media platforms to forget all my 9-5 woes but before I know it, my stop is next. I lazily pull the cord indicating to the driver to let my ass off and drag my feet into the first gate of hell..I mean work. But before I go to my office suite, I remember I have a gift card for coffee. 

I wait in a line that seems to be wrapped around the block three times to be blessed with my red cup. "Guess I'll go to work now", I thought. Upon arrival, I firmly place my purse on my desk, take my coat off and promptly log into outlook to see how many emails will take over my morning. While sifting through emails, I take my first sip of coffee. The first sip is always the sweetest. The heavens opened up, are those angels singing? It's like the world is so full of bright vivid colors and glitter. Like Jesus himself was the barista and blessed every molecule of the caffeinated drink. So bold and full of flavor. Is that a hint of nutmeg I'm tasting? Immediately my spirits are up and I'm ready to conquer the day...until the caffeine and sugar high wear off and I'm left with a migraine that will torture me for the rest of the day. Until next time my sweet caffeine friend.

Farewell, Uncle Barry

Farewell, Uncle Barry

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