If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I believe there are friends for a reason and friends for a season, and then there are the ones who are here to stay through the thunder and lighting, the gravel walk and sandstorms, those are your ride or die. And they make living in this sometimes difficult, sometimes cruel world a lot more easier.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that housemanship at this point is draining the life out of me. The nights I happen to not be on call, I am left with the option of either sleeping or doing the things I love like writing and working on my volunteering tasks. And unfortunately, most days, the sleep wins. My humor is on a down low, my energy needs constant coffee refuels and writing, as this blog can testify has taken multiple back seats.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how I am caught between being exhausted from work and being grateful that I in fact have a job. It’s the constant battle of wanting to rant about the toll work can sometimes take on a body and soul, and then having it in mind that there are so many people who would give anything for the opportunity to have a job. Does letting steam off about a job equal beings ungrateful? If we were having coffee, I’d like to hear your thoughts on that.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how it frustrates me that I can’t seem to remember tasks. I am not even 25, yet when it comes to remembering the things I am supposed to do, I have the brain of a 75 year old. If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how I wish I didn’t need to put reminders to carry out tasks. I wish I could remember to do things without having to set an alarm to remind me to do them.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask if you’ve seen the lemon eating challenge going on across social media. I’d tell you how I believe I could nail eating a lime without making a face, I mean, lime and I have a pretty great relationship spanning since the time I was trying to lose weight (don’t ask). If we were having coffee, I’d ask if you would like to participate as well.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask how has your love life been. Are you happy with who you are, are you happy with whom you are with, are you settling while waiting for someone better and is it at the cost of your mind and soul? If we were having coffee, I’d remind you, it’s not a crime to wait until you find someone in whose hands, your heart is safe; because whether you realize it or not, the people we love, have a way of impacting on how we love. And sometimes, we underestimate the magnitude of the impact of one bad relationship.
If we were having coffee, I’d apologize once again for fixing a late night coffee date. It reminds me of a joke where it was said that there are two categories of people searching for blood past midnight, one are witches and the others are doctors. And boy, that is a fact. I don’t know why, there is something about bleeding patients and 4 am. Anyway, Thanks for joining me on another coffee conversation, and I’d try not to bail out on next week’s date.
For now… wishing you loads of love, laughter and coffee.