coffee and comfy pants.

There are some days when you wake up that you just know the day is already a goner. You’ve woken  up late, nothing seems to be going right with your hair, your wardrobe, or your time management for the morning, except—blessedly—the coffee maker and its lovely aroma of fresh brewing coffee that is the single shred of hope that might turn the day around. But then you remember through the aroma and half-laid plans of sitting around in your comfy pants reading in the dim light of a rainy morning that it is a work day, and you are still running late.

Work. Blerg.

Women have fought for the right for an equal workplace and an equal opportunity to hold a credible vocation, and I sincerely appreciate and value the true sacrifices of women’s suffrage throughout the years. However, sometimes I wish I was expected to just stay home and tend to the household and just be a mom. I’d be completely content with that, and I don’t think that makes me any less a woman or advocate for women’s rights. It’s just as much a choice today—and a valid one at that—to make the decision to stay home with the children and be the stay-at-home mom. Besides, I don’t imagine my days as merely sitting around in my comfy pants reading—the option being there for pockets of time however does sound nice.

Perhaps if I was doing something that I loved I would have less of these kinds of mornings. But then again, what I truly want to do still involves having the option of waking up and deciding that some time with a mug of coffee or tea in curled up on the sofa in comfy pants and a good read is doable. I want to write. I want to write and make something of this gift and passion that I have been given. I want to be able to support my family and provide for them with my writing, and have a little on the side for exciting trips and the occasional frivolous splurge. So, I suppose, that my occasional discontent in my current state is borne of the desire to be doing what I feel I was created to do. I want to create. I will create.

The option of coffee and comfy pants on a work day is not beyond my grasp. For those two things are more than compatible with sitting down in front of a computer and weaving worlds and stories together with the written word. J