I don't know exactly when I needed a boost to be creative, or to do anything for that matter, but I've found it in coffee.
Coffee wakes me up, keeps me going, and helps me sleep. Weird, but true.
As a little girl, I was drawn to the fragrance of the brew (I used to wonder how something that smelled so good tasted so bitter), closely linked with the smells, tastes, and sounds of early morning breakfast with the family prepared by my grandmother. Then I grew up hearing the busy chortle of the stainless steel Farberware percolator when having tete-a-tetes with my mother, siblings, aunts, and cousins (every home in our fam had that kind of coffeemaker) after lunch or over merienda. I finally joined these sessions with a cup of my own after learning to love and need coffee while cramming for exams in college. That's how it has crept into my life. Now it's a comfort thing. Needless to say, I haven't found the need to eliminate it from my everyday life.
Now about being creative: I write, do Public Relations, and I'm a wife and mother. One truly needs to be creative to be -- and be effective at -- any and all of these put together.
I began javajive to help me sort thoughts out and to record these (the results) for posterity. Alright, I confess, I also did so to go with the flow of media and technology. I was told to begin with something I'm passionate about. Coffee, for starters. Then an editor-friend reminded me to think of my audience (whoever will be interested in what I have to share) and to always share only that which will help others. If I can't do that, then I should just journal, because, after all, blogging is a very public thing, like it or not. Let it not be said that I love airing my dirty laundry for all to examine. So I try not to rant and mope and generate pity, but while I'm still trying to find a true focus, I stand behind my tagline: lucidity and perceptions during my coffee break.
A warning: these thoughts are askew, diverse, and tend to digress.
