Monday, September 29, 2014

Happy National Coffee Day

Coffee does make the world better, wouldn't you agree?

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I've been on a writing hiatus. Some days I feel like I'm never going to come back. Not sure why it happens but I've learned that this will pass.  So glad there is a "national" day today so that at least I could have one fleeting thought that might lead to another. I need prompts sometimes.  So, I decided to go into my blog and search the word coffee.  91 blog posts came up!  It is, after all, probably the single most important food stuff I care about in this life, second only to sugar.

I started this blog 4 years ago on September 4, 2010 with a post about the dumbest thing ever.  Banana cream pie. It was a start.  Don't judge. Pie goes with coffee.  See the connection there?

When I first started writing, I did some research on blogging and one of the tips I found was that a person should find their niche.  I'm a bit of rebel and can't quite seem to find a niche.  Maybe that's my niche.  Right? After all this time, I still don't have a real niche but I have found writing to be so therapeutic, right up there with my daily coffee.

So here are a couple of my favorite blog posts from the 91 posts that mention coffee over the last 4 years.  I'm glad I wrote them and I'm really glad I can go back and read them from time to time.

Some of my posts are even useful, like this one on road traveling.  Coffee is an essential part of the road.  And, this one on a lot to do about nothing.  Here is my post from a fabulous motorcycle trip to Mt. Rainier.  Don't miss this post on two words.  And, if you clicked this far, please don't leave without reading this post on my favorite coffee spot in Eagle River, Alaska.

I tip my cup of joe to all of you blog readers out and want to say thank you for hanging in here with me.  Love ya!   susan

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

What if?

Last week I took a road trip to Montana with my high school friend. Our focus was to visit another friend from the class of '77, a mini reunion if you will. It turned out to be so much more than that, for me. An experience and life lesson I shall not soon forget.
 
Anyone who cares much about me knows that I keep a pretty heavy summer calendar and this trip was put on the calendar sometime last winter or spring. I don't recall. I just know that being a former future tripper, I didn't think much about it until about two weeks ago. That's when my wheels (so to speak) started spinning. When that happens, I get less sleep.
 
I've not done long distance driving without my husband. He's the man with wanderlust who kissed me and infected me with the desire to see new places quite a few years ago. We have traveled by truck across the country and back, including Alaska and Canada. He is the one who taught me how to read a map. He is the one who has changed flat tires and told me to turn the radio up when there is a noise in the motor for no apparent reason. He is the one who said, "Susan, never go home the way you came". He is the one who has taught me to put my hand out to people, look them in the eye and have a conversation.
 
Traveling without him, if the truth be known, scares the shit out of me. I hadn't really given it much thought until a few days before my friend and I were to roll down the road. The what if's kept creeping in and I struggled to ward them off.  What if's can paralyze a person into a life coma. I've seen it happen. I don't want to be that girl. Truth:  I've been that girl. Too afraid of everything ....
 
So, I ran the car through the carwash right before I swooped up my friend from the airport and we rolled down the road Thursday afternoon with a clean windshield, sour gummy worms and 12 years of life to catch up on. I kept my smart phone charged and ready and only used it to get us to the hotel in Spokane. The next day, we followed written instructions for the long road leading to our friends' place in Big Sky country. We both felt so proud that we made it there on the first try. I worried about getting out of there and trying to follow the instructions backwards but worry is such a waste of time.  We decided to take a different, much less traveled highway home for a more scenic route. I worried what if I get a flat tire or hit a deer. No cell service for most of the trip. I survived by mentally picking the what if up and placing it on a mental shelf. It worked.
 
It was a beautiful trip with many treasured memories.
 
What if I let worry rule my world?  I'm not going to think about that another moment. I'm out of here!

Do you get the what if's?

love, susan