I need something made for me.

I have tons of Colombian coffee hand delivered from the Motherland at home but some days I stop and get coffee. Why? Because there are days I need something done for me.  As simple as a cup of coffee brought to my table may seem,  that’s what I need to feel whole again. I need something made for me and brought to me with a smile. Something I don’t need to worry about cleaning up. This is not the same as the quick order pick-up at Starbucks. This is me, sitting at a table, and having a cup arrive just for me.  I spend my days doing for others: my kids, my family, my friends. I like it but I also like and need things done for me. I’d like more, but just coffee is also divine.  I’ve let go of the guilt of this need and the guilt of the expense because this cup of coffee brings me more sanity than a therapy session.