#48LawsofPower.

I can’t think of one time that I have went into Barnes&Nobles and  not been excited about the trip. It’s the type of place I frequent with a purpose, there are not many times you’ll find me hanging around the shelves of books, just for kicks. I remember I used to go and sit, and enjoy a snickers brownie from the Starbucks inside. Those, my friends, were indeed the good days.

In case you missed this weeks podcast, I announced the first book I’m reading this year. None other than The 48 Laws of Power, by  Robert Greene. This is one of the many books on my list, that has kind of been there, slightly overlooked, for a few years now. I have had many a friend discuss this book. Exalting the possession of these laws of powers and how impactful they have been in changing their lives. Also, on the contrary, I’ve had friends review the book and assert that the style, the cadence in which the authors’ thinking, or the the forthright of this perspective as being too foreign or unsettling with their person.

That is exactly what I found to be most interesting. You see, on my quest of #thinkchanging I find myself easily enamored with things that appear paradoxical in nature. I am absolutely here for the challenge of examining my own thoughts and the way I present myself, my believes, and perspective to this world. Having read great works, life changing even, like The Four Agreements and The Alchemist, I am compelled to see how this body of work will impact those believes I’ve garnered and grown to see as so very valuable.

I made my way to Barnes&Nobles this morning before work. I didn’t have time to tarry, (I was also uninterested) having mapped out my day with enough time to pick up my book and hit it to work. I wanted to be early with enough time to get situated, and begin to read the first few pages. I walked into the bookstore, asked for help, and my initial response to the big orange paperback was to be taken aback, in my head the book wasn’t as thick, or intimidating as it now appeared before me. For some reason, or another, I thought the #48laws would be a quickened devouring of principals (I blame the Facebook/instagram posts.) I flipped through the pages, examined the back cover and then ruffled through about three or four copies to find the one that felt most new. I hastened to the register, feeling accomplished and ecstatic about this challenge.

I expect to learn a lot. I look forward to embracing new ideas and the examination of so many of the thoughts that already run around in my head idly. More than anything, I can not wait to see how I can implement these laws and garner the power and greatness that already lives within.

If you’re looking for your next read, you are more than welcome to read with me, I’ll keep you posted. I’d love to know what you think or what you’re reading.

See you Sunday,

Realizing you’re a coffee person kind of sucks;

well, at least it did for me.

I have always enjoyed the taste of coffee. There was no surprise there. I feel like I spent the majority of my adolescence and young adult years sitting quietly gathering myself, early morning, on the porch, having the best coffee I may have ever tasted with my mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and a few of my siblings. There rests a memory most prized; I shall never forget! But, from there I developed a more specific taste for coffee, Starbucks reigns supreme; yet, still unattached. Coffee was not my necessary.

Now, I need coffee. I wake, as last minute as possible, trying to make my commute as painless as possible, and I drag my feet, driving like a dazed zombie to a cup of joe. It’s pretty bad y’all. All this week I have felt grave depravity without a good brew! What’s worse, the fact that I suck, more often than not, at making my own coffee. I love Starbucks. Not sure when I was introduced to the grande white mocha, its been many moons but it’s my fave, and I am pretty sure it has something to do with the whipped cream. But, I digress. At five and a quarter a cup (closer to six dollars at the Starbucks at my job) it’s not a habit I’m most eager to embrace. To be quite frank, its not one I can afford.

I had coffee from Wawa this morning. Any size for a dollar, and its nothing I can complain about, it was pretty good. Being a coffee person sucks because we grow accustomed to yielding ourselves to that hot aroma to fully wake ourselves most mornings. I can’t afford my beloved Starbucks Monday-Friday; however, (comma) that $26.25 a week, its way cheaper than the unemployment line.

Continue to pray, Sunday’s not so far.