Twelve pens walked into your life and now they're gone.
Not lost. Not misplaced. Gone. Like they packed tiny suitcases and caught the first bus out of town. You checked the junk drawer three times. You looked under the couch cushions. You even accused your cat of being an accomplice. Nothing.
Here's what really happened: your pens staged a rebellion.
They didn't sign up to write grocery lists at 6am while you stumbled around like a zombie. They didn't agree to scribble meeting notes while your brain ran on fumes and false hope. Pens have standards. They have dignity. And they absolutely refuse to work for someone who hasn't had proper caffeine.
Think about it. That fancy clicky pen you loved disappeared right after you tried writing an email before your morning coffee. The blue one vanished during that afternoon slump when you thought willpower could replace espresso. Even the cheap ones from the bank fled because they saw what was coming.
Pens aren't just writing tools. They're tiny judges of your life choices. And every time you reach for one while running on empty, they make their escape plan. Some hide in coat pockets you'll never check. Others roll under furniture into the abyss. The really dramatic ones? They convince your coworkers to adopt them.
The solution isn't buying more pens. It's respecting their boundaries. Fuel yourself first. Show up caffeinated. Give those pens a fighting chance to do their job without watching you struggle through basic sentences.
Want to avoid future pen evacuations and actually enjoy your coffee at the same time? Send us your thoughts by hitting the send button on an email to john@desboroughgroup.com - something you can do before you finish your cuppa joe.
Cuz life's too short for bad coffee and missing pens.
Until your pens return