Blessed be thy cup of brew.
My hands cuppeth thy warmth.
Your dark liquid goes down smoothly.
Your aroma intoxicates me.
My mug was full and now been emptied in my stomach.
On these colder days
sitting outside
I feel truly blessed
holding my mug of joe!
To all of you who have
closed your minds,
closed your hearts,
closed your opinions,
thank you for teaching me
that I do not have to argue with you.
That discussions are useless.
Nothing I say will change your mind
and all it will do
is frustrate me.
When you wing it
Hoping for the best.
Regret not having put in the time
To fully develop the skills needed.
Try to remember
Practice is not wasted!
Messy as it is
practicing is not
a waste of time,
effort or materials.
Sometimes that is all it is.
Then when you try again
you see the practice has helped.
When the tools you brought
are not up to snuff.
Making do with them is hard.
Allowing yourself to see the end result
in a positive light
is harder than you think.
Still, sometimes
all you can do
is work with what you got.
There is a weight to the images.
The emotions roil around intense.
I feel like they could turn into nightmares.
When I wake I realize
they have exemplified my stress.
This is why I do not wake refreshed.
I am not a lizard
but I find it harder to motivate myself
or be active on colder days.
The willingness to shower
is in proportion to room tempurature.
Social distancing made this habit worse.
Now I have to force myself to do basic hygiene
when I do not have a social reason to do so.
That may be why
I like it when my friends visit regularly.
Sucks sometimes.
Everything happens all at once
Or there is an interminable amount of waiting.
You can be joyful from the circumstances
or be thrown into the depths of despair.
Today is one of those days.
Come and see what we have to offer.
You do not want to pass this up!
We have amazing deals.
Limited time only!
Hurry before the sale ends!
The sale ended….
I have the little stool for my feet.
The tissue box is well within reach.
Yet it still takes me 20 minutes to release.
By that time, my legs have fallen asleep.
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