I pass a coffeeshop every morning on my walk to the bus stop. Almost every morning, I think “what would it be like to just get this far? Drink a coffee, sit down and write for a few hours…”
This morning, I dressed up for our newly re-Seattle-ified weather (i.e., rain) in my new rust-orange raincoat and red-with-white-polka-dots rainboots.
I got to the coffeeshop, and went inside. It was warm, but not too warm. I ordered a rice-milk mocha, sat down with my computer, and read the first chapters of a fellow author’s work to provide feedback. I had promised to do so more than a month ago, and this morning, day one of my first vacation in more than a year, I did it.
Now I’m back home, thinking about what delicious breakfast to make.
Not a bad start. Not a bad start at all.
Torreybird 
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