I have great coffee in the house again.
That seems like an odd focus for a blog, doesn’t it? Who cares if I have coffee? Except… I do. I have good coffee. Not a brand that was on a steep sale, or one I could buy in bulk at cost. I went online, I picked out the brand and flavor I liked (McCafe French roast), and I bought it at the full price.
I don’t do that very often anymore. Not just with coffee, but everything. Ever since I started writing, I’ve become a fiend for deals. I rarely buy anything anymore at full price. In a not-so-funny way, it makes me feel guilty to do so. Whatever I save can be dumped into advertising or put away towards new covers, marketing tools, or whatever else I might need for the books at the moment. Any little investment like that is potentially money for me in the future.
But this month, I wound up with a small windfall, just enough to say, hey, my needs are taken care of, so I’m going to treat myself just the tiniest bit. And that means good coffee. I don’t expect you to know what that means to me. In the long run, it’s a very minor pleasure, and after all, there was nothing actually wrong with the coffee I was drinking before. In fact, it’s very decent coffee. But this feeling, this inexplicable small joy of turning a small success into a personal treat… I hope I don’t forget it. Someday, it would be nice to look back at this and shake my head at the small things that brought me such pleasure.
But today? Today’s a pretty good day.