I have spent the better part of the last twenty years in an intellectual battle over the habit of coffee drinking (seriously, no more trying to pose as a thinker after admitting that). I recently lost the battle, but won the war. So. In keeping with the season of thankfulness… I share with you the top ten reasons I am no longer going to worry about it.
I am thankful for the sweet memory I have of moving to a new place and having a cup of joe with my husband from the new coffee maker that we bought when we exchanged a duplicate going away present. Strictly a cup and a half (Not at all like someone teaching their significant other to drink with them). Come to think of it, a lot of my good memories have a cup of coffee included–Christmas morning, ladies’ weekend, finding my keys .
I have the energy to face the day with my three beautiful children because of a quality multi-vitamin, a regular exercise routine and a pot of strong, black F*lger’s. Yeah, no. It’s just the coffee.
I am thankful for living in a country where I am free to criticize St*rbuck’s, yet enjoy a gigantic(ly priced) cup of their Thanksgiving special, without fear of reprisal, when I need a pick me up in the afternoon.
We can reach out to those less fortunate at this time of year. One way is to buy fair trade coffees that help the people of developing countries. It is better coffee and all my friends deserve
a bag for Christmas cup when they come over.
I am thankful for my morning ritual… up before the family, quiet house, good reading material and the sound of coffee going in the cup.
I am thankful that God created coffee beans. So thankful. You know, if you don’t have a coffee maker handy, you can just chew the beans. Like candy.
Since the weather has turned cooler… It is coffee that keeps me from freezing to death.
Coffee is so spiritual. We always have it at church.
Coffee is comforting, because it is the same everyday; in a world that can be an utter freaking* disappointment or scary as hell.
It tastes good and as my cousin said, “What is the big deal; it’s not heroin.”
So true, Baby. So true.
I am trying again this week to link to:
*my children have asked me to stop using ‘freaking’ so please read any other word you like that might describe disappointment in sharper terms than “gee I wish things had gone a little better.”**