I’m an addict. It’s true. It should be such an unnecessary affliction, but none the less, I AM HOOKED. Not a day goes by that I can avoid its clutch. I’m lucky I guess, in that I have a great connection.. many of them actually. Always reliable and always with such rich variety. How can I say no to that?! I don’t ever have to worry about going without, so I don’t. Which is great to some extent bc I don’t ever have to suffer the withdrawals. Sometimes I have moments of clarity, though, and think this just isn’t a way to live. I take that first step and then comes the torment. First comes an agonizing headache…. And then…….. OK, it’s just a headache. OK, OK.. I guess it’s not even that bad.
I wish I was a morning person. I REALLY do! I wish I’d wake up refreshed before the crack of dawn. That I could be outside to greet the day. It’s truly my favorite time of day. To witness life in all of its wonderful manifestations arising, as rays of sun pierce the veil. The glistening dew and melody of song. That almost surreal hue to the sky, which is cast upon the vibrant landscape. It’s like the daily arrival of spring. A new beginning. A fresh start. And then I ask myself, “What could make this more perfect?” Well, a cup of coffee of course!
Unfortunately, how my morning usually goes is… I struggle out of bed to begin my morning ritual. I clean the coffee maker, dirtied from the previous day. I do this mindfully bc my great Buddhist teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, says to wash dishes without being mindful is to not wash dishes. And thusly, a wasted moment. I do this despite hating to hand wash dishes. But I’m getting better at not hating it. I then open the bag of beans. Ahh, the fresh aroma. Mmmm. I grind them just right. Not too coarse and not too fine. And then the percolation begins! The gurgling, blurping, dripping effervescence fills the air. And, recently, I have added to my ritual. While percolating, I take the time to kneel before my sacred Psychotria leaf cuttings. I have them in two Tupperware containers, which I pull out in front of me. I open the containers and gently waft fresh air into them. Is it ironic that they too are in the Rubiaceae family?! This takes up just enough time to beat the three short beeps that alerts me to the fact that my brew is ready. Beep, beep, beep.
Why do I want to quit this horrific habit? Shit, I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like the fact that I am so clearly addicted, as evidenced by headaches that follow any abstinence. Not that it’s impacting my life negatively per se. However, I do drink more soda than I ever have. Which isn’t even daily. But if I miss my coffee in the morning, I will head off the headache with an alternate caffeine source. And sometimes late in the day, I indulge in a soda to taper off the crash. I REALLY don’t like that I drink soda even that much.
In the end, I’m just beating myself up over being human. And taking to heart a socially subscribed belief that somehow I’m fucking up. After all, I’ve kicked much worse habits and all in all I should be quite proud of my progress. But I suppose it never hurts to keep trying to improve one’s self.
…or is that just feeding my ego?