I love coffee.
And it’s not because I am a huge connoisseur of gourmet coffee and espresso. And it’s not about the caffeine (although that is a plus). In fact, I don’t even drink it daily. For me, drinking coffee isn’t something I do, it’s an experience. One that makes me strangely happy.
I love feeling the warmth and holding the mug.
This is my current favorite.
I like that it’s orange and stripey.
For whatever reason, generally when I actually take the time to make myself a cup of coffee, it is with purpose. It’s because I need something for me, something that makes me feels nurtured and peaceful. It feels like a luxury. And yes, I realize all of this makes me sound weird.
When Nora was younger and Meredith was a newborn, my most relaxing moments as a new Mom of two, were when I would fill up the water table on our deck outside and drink my coffee while Nora played and Meredith watched in her bouncy chair.
I will also admit that I love that I now live close to a Starbucks with a drive thru. On my back to back work days, when I have little time to even pause to breathe, picking up my grande skinny vanilla latte makes me feel 100% better about going back in to work.
The other day, I had an hour of freedom while Nora was at preschool where I was able to actually go sit outside at a coffee shop and leisurely sip my latte. It was heaven. Pure heaven. It was a beautiful cool morning and I had nothing to do but drink my coffee and be alone with my thoughts. Amazing. While I was sitting there, I also decided that coffee shops are like playgrounds for adults. Everyone sitting there drinking their coffee or tea looked content and rejuvenated, much like I imagine playing at a great park does for young kids.
I do have the occasional morning cup of coffee, meant to wake me up, which is drank hurriedly and often ends up cold because I am trying to do 8 million other things. But, more often than not, when I decide to drink my coffee, I take time to enjoy it and the world around me. Maybe that is why I really love it so much. Because of the experience I make it into. It gives me an excuse to sit.
I love that coffee reminds me of cooler weather and Fall, which is something else that makes me immensely happy.
I love the flavors and frothiness.
I love the way it warms your insides and steams your face.
I love my Keurig.
But, enough about coffee… my mug is empty and it’s time to begin my day. Until next time.
