I am grateful for coffee, because it is what enables to sentence putting together things of doing and such like.
Light hearted. That’s how I want to keep this year’s thankful posts, because that’s just easier right now. If I try to think too much about all I have to do, want to do, and hope to do in the near future, I crumble into a pile of uselessness and tears and stress.
I’m thankful for it. Especially good coffee, because good coffee doesn’t need silly creamers, sugar, or even half-and-half. It’s perfect in its dark, handsome, rich and slightly bitter hotness.
Iced or hot, it comforts. The smell is divine. The texture sublime.
It is my drug of choice, and I revel in my addiction. I do try to moderate it, but there are some days, weeks, and even months in which it becomes my blood type through sheer necessity. Birth work is tough, and being on-call and sleep deprived as a default mode really wears on a person. Coffee dulls the sting of sleep deprivation most effectively, and enables me to human more efficiently. (Yes, “human” is a verb in my vocabulary. Thank you, coffee, for such creative license.)
So coffee. I love it. More than chocolate, these days. Sacrilege, I know, but it’s true.
It brings people together. There’s nothing quite like a cup of something hot (yes, I still love my tea-drinking friends) to bond over.
Coffee. It understands me, and I will welcome its warm embrace pretty much any time, anywhere.
What are you thankful for today?
Grace and Peace,