An ode to coffee
Bleary-eyed, I stumble out of bed and down the stairs. It may be morning but it might as well be 4am, considering how tired and discombobulated I feel.
This is a daily occurrence, sadly. Though I used to be a “morning person,” life and health circumstances have changed over the past few years and now, mornings are challenging, to say the least.
That is, until I drink the sweet nectar, the life elixir that brings me into focus and makes me a part of the functioning world each day.
Yes, coffee is my life force and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Coffee is my life force and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Just the mere thought of getting that first sip of hot brew gives me reason to take on the day, whatever it may bring.
And the ritual, oh the ritual.
The measuring. The pouring. The water. The waiting.
And let’s not forget one of the most appealing things about java: the smell.
The aroma of java beans wafting through the house on any given morning gives me the incentive that I need to get my day going.
But back to the process.
Making coffee through the blurred remnants of sleep in my eyes is a joy. Why? Because I know at that instant that there is light — and life — at the end of the brewing cycle. I will be fully jolted from my waking slumber as I hungrily mainline my liquid addiction. Almost immediately, I’m on. Quickly and startlingly, clarity seeps into my being and the haze that was to this point overwhelming disappears. The light switch has been flipped on and my day is ready to commence. Whatever happens, I can handle it — thanks to the java.
Coffee is an acquired taste
I remember being a young child, probably not more than eight, when one of my schoolteachers very inappropriately let me take a sip of her coffee while we were out on a school trip.
“Yuck!” I shouted, and violently spit out the offending liquid as soon as it touched my tongue. Little would I know, nor would I ever imagine that many decades later, I would attribute the same substance as being akin to the blood coursing through my veins. Back when I was a little girl, my love of coffee and my passionate commitment to drinking it daily was not even a distant thought in my young mind. But yet, here we are and here I am — an admitted coffee addict. Yes, this magic elixir— coffee — is a life force, and one that keeps me going.
This magic elixir — coffee — is a life force, and one that keeps me going.
We live in a coffee culture
We live in a coffee culture, perhaps more so than ever before. Perhaps this is true due to the fact that we’re “on” more often than we’re “off.” Life comes at you fast in a 24/7 news cycle with social media and notifications keeping us up to date on the latest news or gossip in an endless stream of information. Many of us — despite knowing better — check our phones first thing in the morning, last thing in the evening and even in the middle of the night when we get up to visit the bathroom, or to grab a midnight snack.
All of these factors point to an increasingly tired populous, one that requires a needed jolt in order to get — or keep — moving. Whether home-brewed first thing or a thankfully received from the local coffee shop on the way to work, java, seemingly, makes the world go round. Starbucks is in the news daily, and the coffee shop phenomenon — one that has supported and fuelled the imaginations of many an entrepreneur who has come up with their latest start-up idea in its confines — is only increasing. Coffee shops are experiencing a renaissance and will continue to be the place to go as long as their wi-fi is decent and their java is roasted (and preferably fair-trade).
Coffee shops are experiencing a renaissance and will continue to be the place to go as long as their wi-fi is decent and their java is roasted.
And yet, in spite of coffee’s numerous attributes, there are folks who abstain or — gasp — don’t like coffee. How can this be? How can anyone forgo a steaming hot “cup ‘o Joe” in the morning? For those of us who are coffee lovers, this is one of life’s great mysteries.
Look. I get it.
Some folks can’t drink coffee because of the effect that it has on them, ranging from anxiety attacks, increased heart rates, lower intestinal/bowel issues and more. That makes sense; why inflict physical ailments on oneself unnecessarily? Others avoid coffee’s effect on their sleep; staying up later than one plans — or needs — often ends badly.
It’s the ones who just don’t like coffee, full stop.
They don’t like its taste, they don’t like its smell, and they certainly don’t enjoy its ability to enliven, awaken and jolt one into the here and now. Perplexingly, it’s this latter group that I truly don’t understand.
Not wanting to get an invigorating, life-infusing, wake-me-up each morning seems to be in direct contradiction to the idea of the daily pursuit of happiness, even if it is only via a hot cup of dark brown liquid. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. All I know is that the mood-enhancing and abilities that coffee bestows on those who drink it cannot be understated. And for those of you who choose to not indulge in coffee’s goodness, I’d say this: you’re missing out on one of life’s greatest yet simple pleasures.
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