Every Thursday at about 4:20pm, a group of four guys get together for Coffee Club. The four guys are former colleagues who have now gone on their separate ways and what used to be a get together in a small university office, is now done by Zoom. The Club has been meeting weekly for five years.
Most people consider themselves members of an unofficial group of friends, a circle of comrades that meet to catch up on the latest developments at work or in our personal lives. My group is the Coffee Club. We call ourselves this not just because coffee brought us together, but we feel like our similarities and joined interests make us part of a special club.
Come to think of it, coffee drinking wasn’t exactly what brought us together. It’s more like the glue that helps us stay connected.
As I think about the stories we share, the advice we give to each other, it was almost like destiny put us four in the same path, and in the same club.
The four of us are just like the coffee we drink. I’m short and dark, take no cream but take my time, savoring my drink. Matthew likes it tall with six creamers. He enjoys the sweetness of life and sometimes takes down two cups during a club meeting.
Devin is happy with whatever he’s served. Made a mistake on his coffee order? It will be fine. Life is carefree and he knows the storytelling part of the club is more important than the perfect brew.
Michael likes coffee the Michael way. A specific number of creamers and Splendas. Don’t mess it up. In some ways, he’s the leader of Coffee Club. He knows connections are important, and he values friendships that will last a lifetime.
Sometimes when life is really busy, and the day has been filled with challenges, long meetings, and frustrating moments, I feel like just going home and relaxing, but instead I go to Coffee Club.
It’s there that I share my feelings and get support. It’s there that my ideas are challenged and I get to challenge others. It’s there that four…