If you were having coffee with me I would say “hey, it has been ages since, remember the last time.” I would invite you to sit on the verandah and watch the afternoon thunderstorm. The weatherman forecasted, cloudy with a chance of rain. I would tell you how, growing up I used to fear that if I was wearing red I would get struck by lightning.
Now I know better but try catching me wearing red during a really violent storm. Passion Rules Reason: Wizard’s Third Rule
If you were having coffee with me it would not be coffee we were having it would be tea, herbal tea.
The tea leaves are in the container for the powdered milk and if you take sugar, there is brown sugar in the old coffee jar. I love brown sugar its flavour reminds me of playing in sugar cane fields as child. The powdered milk is in the bottle for salad cream, just dont confuse it with salt. The salt, is in the bottle for mayonnaise. I will confess, I have done that before, that was an interesting cookery accident.
What’s been happening with you I would ask. Yes I am interested in everything going on with you because nothing interesting has been happening with me, unless you count the stuff which happens only in my head.
If you were having coffee with me I would tell you how I have come to the realization that I am a social media junkie with extreme fear of missing out.
I have a digital addiction. I think I am a permanent guest in the Hotel California that is social media I can log out any time I want, but I can never ever leave.
I have a Facebook account (but that’s mainly to keep in touch with my family and friends)
I have a Twitter account (now that’s for fun and none of my facebook “friends” know my twitter handle or so I tell myself)
I have instagram and pinterest.
I have a goodreads account for my reading list and reviews. We can compare books read if you are interested, and sometime over coffee we can exchange reviews.
I have a twitter for giggles and drafts and sharing my blog.
I’d ask you to drink your tea, before it gets cold, and that you please have another slice of bread, as I am just getting to the best part.
If we were having coffee I would tell you that my blog, well that’s for Me ^_^
Selfishly me.
I write down the thoughts in my head because they look better when written, sound better read and to make space for new crazier thoughts.
And the blogging community is like no other. I used to use the notes tab on my Facebook as a blog or drafts folder of sorts and to my dismay most of the comments (if any) where along lines of… “This looks interesting but way too long will finish later…” or “dude you crazy”
Then I discovered WordPress I didn’t even realise I was blogging, (I know right) It was just a somewhere to leave my words and read other people’s and was surprised to discover they in turn (not all but most) would read mine back, and comment, (sometimes) what larks ^_^
The rain has started to pour in earnest. Isn’t it lucky I was lazy to do the laundry today I would ask you.
(hmmm if we were having coffee I would tell how I have just decided that in my next post I want to do a blogging journey post, and I hope you will stop by to see how it goes)
If we were having coffee I would tell you when the weatherman said an afternoon thunderstorm was expected I said to myself Ooooooh I didn’t know the sky was pregnant, I shall have coffee with a friend and watch the birth of a storm. I would tell you my new favorite word Petrichor which means the scent of the earth after the rain especially after a long dry spell.
I’d say let’s count the heartbeats between each lightning strike and thunder clap, then just watch the rain falling until it stopped.
It always stops after awhile, storms don’t last forever.
~B
Becoming The Muse 
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