Black Coffee

See the thing is, I used to hate coffee. Had you told me that I would be an avid coffee drinker while I was back in Kansas I would have not believed you. “Coffee, that disgusting mess?”. Granted, had you told me that the united states would have a black president, and that I would be living in Washington DC during his presidency I would not of believed it. Now that I think about it, if you had told me anything remotely positive (coffee aside) I would not have believed it. I was in a victim stage, choosing to believe only bad things could happen to me.

I digress, but I am making a point, the things I would never believe, are now my reality. I drink coffee, shoot I love coffee, I drink coffee through a soda straw at 10:30 at night. And not just any coffee, black coffee, I'm talking the stuff with no cream or sugar. Straight out the coffee pot.

In the time that I have been away from writing on my blog (forgive me) I have done a lot of maturing and eye opening. I am more of a man that I was months ago, and this is not me throwing my former self under the bus, this is me looking back at my former self and praising the successful changes for the better I have made. By no means am I a complete work, I am always character building, and improving, but for now, as I look back on who I was and who I am, I am mighty pleased with myself.

I went from hating coffee, to drinking coffee, getting upset if I cant have it. I went from mistrusting and resenting love and women, to admiring and longing for the touch and comfort of a certain woman and her love. I went from a rebellious and misguided soul to a servant of God.

Indeed, I have changed. Indeed, I have more changes to undergo. I am a work in progress, but as long as I have my black coffee I can pull all the long nights needed for complete character development.