Monday, June 11, 2012

Wagon

It has been more than a month since I quit drinking coffee.
After three days of intense withdrawal headaches passed, I became calmer and less anxious.
In retrospect, coffee is a poor substitute for sleep, comfort, or food.

 I am more alive and alert, and I've lost about five pounds by quitting coffee.  My environment stays cleaner.  No more coffee spills in the car, or coffee stains left wherever I set my cup.  I save money, and time.  The best part of life without coffee is that I am less reactive.  I don't experience small annoyances on a visceral level, and I snap at my children less frequently.

Good night my drug of choice for twenty six years.  Sometime, out with friends and when I know the coffee is going to be primo, I'll enjoy a cup of joe.  I just won't let it become my support system again. I've cut the iv connecting a continual drip of mediocre 7-11 coffee to my life.

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Monday, June 4, 2012

Navigation

  
I cast out demons with each freestyle stroke through opaque layers of ocean. It's good to keep going, eyes clenched against benthic distractions. No strategy works long against such unreliable currentsone must continually find new muscles and movements, and I do. 


  Pulling torso forward stroke by stroke,  I trust my blood to navigate toward solid ground.