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The Coffee Club

Are you a member of the coffee club? It's not an official club,  just a group of 2 or more gathering at a specified coffee shop on any given day to sit and discuss life. I just got home from having coffee with a friend at the neighborhood AJ's. (our usual meeting place) This has become a weekly ritual with us. I was thinking about our little coffee sessions which range from 1-3 hours. It's just sitting and talking about what ever pops in to our heads. When I was working outside of my home I use to laugh at these people and wonder why they didn't have anything better to do, but now I get it. It's a great feeling to escape the daily grind and have conversations that don't have to be politically correct or so deep that you feel you need a degree in psychology... there's no judgement. We are women from different ethnic and social backgrounds... some of us have lived a privileged life, while others have had a life of struggle and despair. But when we're gathered around the bistro table sipping on coffee, none of that matters. We embrace each others differences and are empowered by each others experiences. "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin                                                                                                                                                    I think that's the way life should be; so grab a friend or two, a cup of coffee or tea, and enjoy each others company.
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