Coffee break

I have a cup of coffee each morning. Usually just one. Probably about a double-shot espresso equivalent.

I quit for the last two weeks. Well, almost. I defaulted maybe two times during that period.

I do this occasionally to reset. Over time, I have become desensitised to the caffeine, so I no longer get as much of a kick or as much enjoyment from the aroma.

Another thing I wondered is whether the occasional motivation and the sudden burst of joy I get in the morning were solely due to the coffee. Well, it turns out I can feel joy in the morning without coffee. I was scared that the joy was an illusion. But it’s not. Now I can drink coffee with a peace of mind that it’s not deluding me and that I’m not dependent on it to get me going in the morning and give me a sense that life is worth living.

Anyways, I think I’m going off the abstinence. I had coffee this morning. It was much more enjoyable than it was two weeks ago. Welcome back to my life, coffee.

P.s I wanted to find a photo of a nice-looking coffee from my phone, but I didn’t have any that looked good enough. The couple of photos I had were of pretty average-looking moka pot coffees I make every morning. If for some peculiar reason, you want to see it, well, maybe get in touch.