Notes From Corporate Coffee

Soft rockless rock plays. Hello, who are you, let me know your name? The Doors aren’t playing.

Always something new being advertised: the newest thing in coffee (that will change your life). I’ve been drinking Cold Brew for years. Stagnant, three-day Yuban leftover in the pot. Sometimes I even ice it up.

The to and fro of a weekday morning in America is underway. They are strange movements to me.

A mother drops $22 on herself and two toddlers.

I await another client. She’s writing her incredible story of educational service in a remote American wilderness. I feel like I am gaining new energy from working with all these aspiring writers, one not even alive. I get to lose myself in their stories and somehow it enhances my storytelling.

My coffee cup is all white, even the embossed corporate logo. I remember when tennis players wore nothing but white in the Grand Slam tournaments. The balls were all white, too. The players however, were not all white. The white apparel was all so classy and probably the last thing in American history where all white was classy. I am dying to start playing tennis again. I can feel it’s going to be a major part of the new life I am forging. Is forging the right metaphor for what is happening? Constructing? Fashioning? Winging? Coaxing? Conjuring? Kneading? Jury rigging?

Planning for the new life is over. It will simply unfold. I have no expectations anymore. But people continue to reach out and begin rapprochement.

Customers stream in. The ubiquity of phones. There are more laptops in use than human beings. That’s a first in my observations and portends something I don’t want to contemplate at the moment.

I have many meeting with friends today. We are gaining strength together in our meetings and moving along with purposeful, strong and good work, mostly done in stealth. Join me.

(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.)