The aroma of freshly brewing coffee fills the house. I am transported back to another world- a life of deadlines, a time when coffee coursed through the veins instead of blood, a world defined by pie charts and excel spreadsheets. I have left that world far behind. But stealing time to savour coffee still seems like a crime- it’s purpose, after all, is to keep you going.
There are a hundred chores to be finished. But I defiantly sit down with a mug of steaming hot coffee, and tackle the Sudoku. If we don’t make time for ourselves, who will?
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This is the fifth year that I am going to be a part of NaBloWriM.
The writing mojo seems to have deserted me, but by elaborating either on a quote that touches my heart, or by attempting to capture a fleeting emotion, let me see how long I last.
