My Son has started school an interesting and unique journey -and I- a journey of my own.
8a.m.- I start it with a fresh cup of steaming, hot joe from Starbucks.
As I sit and wait for my computer to update I think of how much technology has advanced and changed, and how I find it so very irritating that it takes forever for windows to update, and right now. I wish I would have thought to bring my trusty yellow notepad, and pen because sometimes technology can be so unreliable.
I think of the world’s coffee houses and how many dreams, have lived. How many dreams have been born and died here.
I take some comfort in knowing, that much coffee has been drunk, many late nights and early mornings have been spent in coffee houses around the world, by many different people from all walks of life. Trying to spin ideas, and make new things-much like this piece of technology that sits in front of me.
The world is full of ideas. Ideas are the windows to the soul. All of these things were created by people like you and me. The dreamers. The 8a.m. Coffee drinkers.
Perhaps this is the start of a new adventure, and hopefully in a few weeks the completion of a new book.