I adore the me-time in the early morning hours. I get to make and enjoy my morning espresso during this time. To me, black coffee is the greatest. I do not need sugar or cream etc.
I do not just drink coffee. I live it. That first sip—hot, bitter, a little too strong—hits like a warm hug from someone who actually gets me. It is not about caffeine; it is about ritual. The grind, the way steam curls up. Every morning, I stand at the counter. My slippers are on and I am still half-asleep—I think: “this is the best part of being alive.” No one yelling. No balance issues. Just me, a mug, and my French dark roast.
I love how it tastes different every day—like it knows my mood. Yesterday it was smooth, almost sweet; today it’s sharp, like it Is mad I slept in. I love the way it stains my teeth just enough to make me smile in the iPhone camera and think, “Yep, that’s me. (Now I should brush my teeth!)
After initially getting sick, I tried tea. I tried matcha (with MCT oil). But never again. Coffee is a part of my personality now. I make it a priority to make and have my espresso. I stay away from food until lunch so it literally keeps me going in my mornings.
Obviously I spend much of the morning hours on my man (as any woman should!)— so whether I am creating photoshops of us (right now) or writing something witty— I always have an espresso. We have an amazing espresso machine that brings me great satisfaction and hope for the day. It is absolutely delicious. I feel so sophisticated when I have a dark roast. Nothing too girly or foo-foo.
I do like a bit of foo- foo and girly though. Ask my (few) girlfriends and my boyfriend. The social aspect of going out to a coffee shop is one of my favorite things to do. Sitting across someone who I love and taking luxurious sips in between beautiful words about life is a heavenly experience. I typically celebrate by getting extra foam. I always say that my favorite food is the foam on the top of a cappuccino. It is a nice tasty treat.
Coffee is not a drink; it is a promise: “you’ve got this.” Sometimes it lies—late nights, shaky hands, jitters—but I forgive it. Because it is worth it. Because without it, mornings would just be… quiet. Lonely. And while quiet is fine…
…Coffee is alive. So here is to the next cup. And the one after that. And the one I will probably spill on my shirt later.
Kat’s Musings 