First Day

Finally free from the chains of a job she was not particularly happy in, she celebrates with a cup of black coffee. A strange way to celebrate, you might say, but trust me, she knows what she's doing. Back to basics, she says. She'd forgotten what regular coffee was like after months of sea foam lattes, caramel madness. The taste of coffee is really what I was after all along, she thinks. The others in the coffee shop seem to sense that something special has happened to this girl. Not that she's all smiles. No, her face is calm, but focused; she's scribbling madly away. All her thoughts which had been locked away for so long are now fighting for space on the page. Sure, it's going to take her a while to escape from the brainwashing 9 to 5, but it's all good now. Time to face the challenge of the self. Lord knows she's faced challenges from tough as nails personalities in the past year. It's time to face up to the work she's meant to do.