The Comfort of Coffee

I thought I was waking up from a bad dream this morning as I waited for my alarm to go off.  I woke up shocked, too tired from the nailbiter of the night before, but what I woke up to was not a bad dream - it was reality.

I’m finding it hard to write this morning, and I’m usually whipping out words like they’re going out of style.  My heart is heavy and I fear for my friends and family who are women, minorities, disabled and LGBTQ.  Someway, somehow, we’ve decided that hate trumps love.

If we've learned anything from the past eight years, progress is style.  But do you know what else is style?  Getting off our butts and working to keep change alive like there’s no tomorrow.  That, and a cup of coffee to console the morning’s blues.  The best way to cope with shock is a jolt of coffee that enlivens the senses, that wakes us up and gives us hope again in our darkest hours.  And hope and awareness are what we need more than anything right now.