Yesterday was a lovely sunny day. Busy calendar. Pretty routine. Tasks. Meetings. Tedium. An assortment of things that were less than ideal interspersed with things that seemed useful or needful. An email from a friend asking about coffee.

…Coffee…

The coffee machine in the soon-to-be-closed co-work space here in this small town has stopped working. I stop by a coffee place on my way in and get a cup of black coffee. Hot. I sit here sipping it and looking out the windows into the strangely stormy sky, thinking thoughts about the changeable nature of weather, and whether or not I am content with the work I currently do. I guess the tl;dr is “probably not” – or why would the question even come up in the first place?

I sip my coffee and wonder how, at 60, I still “don’t know what I want to be when I grow up”? How is that even a thing? LOL

Today is a whole new day. I can make new choices. There’s a pretty big world beyond this space, and the options are plentiful. If I knew what I wanted to do – what would I be doing? It’s a good question to ask on a Friday.

…Shit… did either of us think to take the trash cans to the curb last night? It’s trash pick-up, today. I definitely forgot. LOL Another good question. I ping my Traveling Partner and begin again.