Five months ago…
I gave up my 2 cups of coffee a day
habit.
(for a medical treatment)
First week I experienced dull, thuddy
headaches…
Eh, not so bad.
But the caffeine withdrawal was a
cakewalk…
Compared to the emotional & mental
withdrawal.
My feelings were obviously unexplainable…
To both family and friends.
“Drink tea instead, some said.
Not the same! And besides, it also has
caffeine.
Maybe it’s for the best, others said.
Best? For what possible reason? I
countered.
Quit making such a fuss about this.
Hello?
You’re not getting it, people!
I didn’t just lose coffee…
I LOST MY MOJO
My writing has taken a nosedive!
My reason to get up at 4:30 is gone!
My sitting in the predawn hours…
Drinking, thinking, thinking, drinking…
WAS OVER!
FINITE!
And then to make it worse…
I’d walk into my kitchen…
Where my coffee maker…
And French Press beckoned me…
No taunted
me!
We’ll brew you a nice cuppa……
C’mon, one cup can’t hurt…
Think of the simmering rich aroma…
Of your favorite Havana blend…
You know you want it…
And I do, I do! Lordy I do!
And in two days…
I will, I will!
YAY! ! WOO HOOO! !
Finally, I’ll be able to drink a cup of Joe again!
What about you?
Is coffee your elixir?
If not…
What's in your cup when you write?
Always,
Em-Musing













