"Memoirs?"

On site sketch...

 Good cloudy Friday Morning, all bodies.

A few days ago, I got to the coffeehouse late kinda on purpose. I just wanted to sit outside, catch some sun and have a late morning dark roast.

As I walked toward the door, I noticed a rather well dressed middle age woman sporting a pageboy hair style scribbling notes in a spiral bound notebook. I said hello and she looked up and replied. When I came back out with my coffee in hand, I noticed that there wasn't too many pages left to her notebook. It was almost time for another book.

"Memoirs?" I asked. It seems lately that many people, usually middle aged, are writing down their thoughts. I noticed four people doing it in the last couple of days. Interesting!

"No, she said. I belong to a self help group and writing down my thoughts is part of the therapy."

The woman told me the name of the group that she belongs to, but it went into one ear and out the other.

"You know, it's a group that helps people with their insecurities. Some need more help because of substance abuse, alcohol, oxycontin, and the like!"

"Some recuperating from childhood trauma, divorce, and spousal abuse!"

"I just jot down my thoughts about my perceptions," she continued.

As she put her head back down toward her thoughts she said, "I have lots of insecurities!

Trying to find my out of the conversation, I replied.

"I guess we all do, ma'am." I prefer to try to sketch them away!"

I grabbed a table, kicked up my feet and slowly sipped my coffee. It was a warm breezy morning with fluffy white clouds separating the blue. An unplugged outside fan's blades gently turned with the wind occasionally spinning faster as the speed of the wind changed.

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