So, I read a tweet this morning on my feed, comparing coffee to oxygen. I couldn’t help but retweet it. But it got me to thinking. How would my life be different without coffee.

Would I be a better writer and artist. Is it my drug or my sustenance.  Is it an addiction or do I just enjoy its taste and flavor. I contend that it is all of the above and more.

Many creative people over the centuries have depended upon all sorts of substances to help open the mind and release those creative juices. While I have thought about doing the same, I don’t relish the idea of being a drunk or hooked on hard core drugs to free my mind.

After all, my mind is already pretty free as it is. Except for while I am at work, I don’t have much of a filter.

So, I contend that for me, coffee is like oxygen. I can try to live without either but I choose not to.

As an aside, thanks to everyone who bought my new book #BrokenSteele on opening day yesterday. I really appreciate the support. I look forward to your reviews and comments.

Have a great day.