Caffeinated Encouragement

‎"I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet." Joanne Sherman

I went to target yesterday and browsed the back end-caps, which by the way if you didn't know is where the best sales are located. I found two coffee mugs! Any normal person would say 'cute' and walk past but what I saw was totally different. You see, I am in a position in my life where my days consist of looking for signs, wondering why I woke up, and attempting to bring my experiences to life in an 'assignment'.  Let me also give you a little insight on the word 'assignment', it means book. I could say 'book' but then I get the feeling of having to compare mine to every other self proclaimed writer and then I think of Barnes & Noble and think of loud kinds screaming in the store and then I get overwhelmed and end up walking out empty-handed. I could use the word 'novel' but it makes me think of 'long' 'torturous' and 'mind-numbing' and based on my story-line it does not fit the definition of a novel.  So I say 'assignment'. Assignment makes me feel like I am on a mission to fill a void, if you will. Assignment says I am accountable to fulfill this project as a student to a teacher. 

I digress...back to the cups. 

The red-tagged buck ninety-eight coffee mugs screamed encouragement. They were the sledgehammer to my writers block. For those who do not know I am a calculated, organized, structured thinker who parallels list-writing and coffee in the same importance. Therefore, writing this assignment has challenged my way of thinking. I have some written in my blog, some in my journal, some on a legal notepad, and the latest written on a napkin. Although, I am trilled to bring this part of my life to life I am nervous to speak of it o tell people where my madness is coming from. I've only been at this for a few weeks and I quickly understand the writer's mind-fuck. I've always been a very strong imaginative person so when embarking on this journey of capturing words that I have experience on paper I quickly walk a fine line between the 'now' and the emotion of writing the past. I also keep this assignment to myself and only three others as I don't want to inhibit the progress of the excitement and keep my will to move forward. 

My purchase were little encouragements shaped as caffeine holders. Nothing gets better than that. I brought them home washed them up and like any other crazy person I just rested them on the counter. I didn't touch them and I certainly didn't put coffee in them. They were perfect and I knew at this point I was perfectly crazy. This is the best part...I don't care. I haven't been this in touch with my creative skills in years and my mind is about to explode with sentences and metaphors that haven't even scratched the surface of my intentions for this assignment. Coffee mugs, rabbits foot, maneki-neko, or a lucky penny I don't care how this mission is fulfilled I just know I am here to do so.