Writer's Block

Some days I'd rather just sit at home and drink coffee. Mind you, we hit triple digit temps this weekend and it's gonna take all week to get back down to the 80s, so this time of year I'd rather sit around drinking iced coffee — but I love me some coffee. Been drinking it as far back as I can remember — at least 2 1/2-, 3-years-old. I think my grandmother used to put it in my bottle before then. Which often causes me to ponder how strange it is that Americans think of coffee as an adult beverage, but they’ll let their kids drink soda with their Happy Meals. Go figure.

My last tweat on Twitter — oh yeah, apparently I Twitter now too (at least when I remember to) — was that some days I'd rather just sit at home and drink coffee. That was last week sometime, and today is starting out no different.

I'm usually very good at enjoying being where I am, so in the mornings before I leave for the salon I'm busy loving being home, drinking coffee, playing with the dogs, and checking the garden (my red chili peppers are doing very well this year). And when I get to the salon, I'm busy loving working, creating new works of art, visiting with coworkers and clients, and making fun of the songs on the radio — I'll tell ya what ya need to say! Write some dang lyrics for your song! It's the transitioning that I'm not good at. So when it's time to call the dogs in and lock up the house and drive to the salon, I'm all like, "UGH. I don't want to go." Likewise, it's not uncommon for me to be having so much fun at work that when it's time to set the alarm and go home I'm also like, "DANG! I wanted to hang out a little longer!"

In about nine minutes, I'm going to have to grab my iced coffee, disappoint my dogs — who didn't have nearly as great a weekend as usual due to their people’s obligation to attend a funeral — and make them come inside, jump in the car, and hightail it to the salon. Make that six minutes. How did it take me three minutes to type this paragraph?

Ever since I started this blog I've been waiting to find myself crippled by writer's block one morning. I'm not entirely sure this counts. I could go on and on about so many things! I just don't have the time. Or the space. Or the ambition. I guess that's what it really comes down to this morning — I don't have the ambition.

This is one of those days when I'd really rather just sit at home and drink coffee.