A Day Without Coffee Is Like . . .

January 3, 2020 By

I am not a coffee snob. I am a coffee connoisseur, a coffee-lover, and perhaps a wee bit coffee obsessed.

A day without coffee is like…
Just kidding. I have no idea.

I promise that I have tried to curb my desire for all things coffee. I’ve taken steps to “cure” what some might call an addiction. To no avail, because truth be told, I don’t want to be cured. I want to be caffeinated. Well, not really caffeinated because I only drink decaf, but you get the point.

Wanna hear a joke?

The other truth is that I don’t actually drink coffee every day, nor do I need it to wake up and get things done. So truly it’s not an addiction or necessity, but a love affair that I’ve been only allowing myself to enjoy every once in a while. Sometimes absence or abstinence is enough for the interest to dissipate, but sometimes absence is what makes the heart grow fonder.

For me, absence or presence does not change my affection for coffee culture. From that first mocha at 730 am before the most boring business writing class of my college career, I’ve been hooked. I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing.

First I drink the coffee.
Then I do the things.

It’s not just coffee itself. It is everything that lives in the world of coffee, the ambiance of coffee shops, the friendliness of the baristas, latte art, burlap bags, acoustic music (and sometimes live music), and comfy chairs. Perhaps the most compelling of all is the divine directive that it is perfectly acceptable to sit there for hours sipping my grande decaf oat milk no foam no whip mocha in a ceramic mug larger than my hand.

For the most part, I have been denying myself this experience because of other people’s opinions – it’s not healthy, stimulants aren’t good for you, some coffee has toxic mold, it’s expensive, you’re wasting money, and on and on.

In my world, I make choices that counteract most, if not all, of the general objections people have about it. Even if I didn’t, I’m ready to follow my heart on this one, instead of the voices of naysayers.

This is the year of the coffee shop. The year of pursuing what lights me up. The year of following my instincts. The year of listening to my heart. And my heart says it wants coffee.

Today’s good mood is sponsored by coffee.