Coffee

I know this is going to sound crazy, but I feel the need to discuss my love for coffee.. Lol.. As a child, I remember waiting for my mother to go to work when I got home from school, {She was a nurse & worked the 3-11 shift}. As soon as she would leave out the house, I would run to the window and watch her as she walked up the hill to the hospital she worked at. Once I would see her go over the hump, I knew she wouldn’t be coming back because she just wasn’t going to walk that hill all over again.  Anyway, I would go in the kitchen and boil the water and get my favorite mug {That was also my mother’s mug} and grab the sugar and instant coffee. I would then make my cup of coffee, sit at the island in the kitchen with my book and my cup of black coffee and drink it while reading. 

Although it may seem like that was nothing, but to me it was special, it was my alone time, {I was only 11 years old}. It was enjoyable to sit there alone with my coffee and any book I could find. My favorites were anything Judy Blume, Beverly Cleary and Harlequin Romance, {Yes I was reading that at that age}. 

Now, here I am a mother, grandmother, and wife, and I am still doing the same thing. I drink my coffee, and I either read or write. The only difference now, is I don’t have to sneak and drink the coffee. I drink it all day long, and I usually have a cup before I go to bed. People ask me does it keep me up. There is no effect I get from coffee; I just drink it because it tastes soooooo good, and I enjoy each and every sip as if it was my first experience. 

When I sit at my computer to write, I have to have a fresh hot cup of coffee in my pink hello kitty mug, or I cannot get started in writing. If anyone reading this is an avid coffee drinker as I am, they will understand where I am coming from. 

I’m not sure what I expected from this blog, but I just wanted to share my little story on how I got started with coffee.. Lol. Carry on. 

Author Tracey Reddick {PinkGoddessWriter}..