Day Four: I Dreamed of Coffee

Day four. I have let go some of the things for few weeks now. Coffee and tea, working on cussing and swearing ( I tried cuss jar, a dollar each cuss, but the thought of letting go a dollar bill over my unnecessary action  is scary enough for me to stop cussing, apparently).

I’m not an expert in human psychology, but I’ve read somewhere that if you suppress an urge, it might pop up in the dreams  channel to get out. So, last night I had a dream of having a cup of coffee. With milk and sugar, freshly poured from a big black coffee maker… still warm and smelt good and so yummy.

Then I took a sip.

Then I remembered, even in my dream, that I am not to drink coffee anymore. Surprisingly enough, I threw the coffee away.

Guess I can’t get away, even in the dreams.



About srihicks

Somewhere between working a full-time job and chauffering my son around everyday, there is still a house to clean, a husband, bills to pay and I still need few hours of sleep. Why adding a blog in my hectic life? Because I need a hobby and I find blogging as an outlet to pour out my thoughts without being interrupted. In some level, it keeps my sanity level in-check. Yes I am that kind of gal that wants to be a superwoman. I want to make money, have a house to tend, a wonderful family to cherish, good friends to hold and a blog to write. I have them all. Welcome, family, friends and readers, to my blog that reflects my random thoughts, of a gal that is trying to navigate a hectic little life. Enjoy.
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