Thursday, June 2, 2011
my morning cup of joe
Written approximately two weeks ago...
There is something about my morning cup of coffee. I seriously think about it before I go to bed at night - looking forward to it's warmth and bitter sweet taste the next morning. Recently I found myself pondering if maybe I had acquired a bit of an addiction, but I realized this morning that my yearning for this warm goodness wasn't really that kind of "problem."
As I sit her in my bathrobe, Today show on, checking my email while the kids run around and play, the dishwasher running loudly, the kitchen yet to be cleaned, and should I even mention the laundry, my cup of coffee takes me to a happy place. A peaceful place in a day that is about to become chaotic, busy, and full of life with toddlers.
I realize that this cup of coffee is a symbol - of adulthood, a moment of peace, quiet, and an excuse to sit and sip - if only for a moment. Yes, my cup of coffee is more than just a junky's addiction. It is my brief moment of relaxation in a very busy and fulfilling day.