I’ve become something of a tea connoisseur, juggling a small collection of loose-leaf blends in the drawer of my desk at work. Forty days without coffee, while not nearly a milestone, is definitely a point of reflection: the steadfast test came this weekend as I brewed a fresh, fragrant pot each morning for company, rich dark blends spreading an inviting aroma throughout the house while I, instead, drank an over-sweet cup of watered-down orange punch.
What am I thinking?
Hitting Starbucks for the first time in forty days, I ordered a venti green tea instead of the usual bold blend, sipping the not-nearly-as-satisfying brew as we wandered around the bookstore and thumbed through things I can’t buy right now because “it’s your birthday soon” or “Christmas is just around the corner” and heck knows that I’ll doubtful be able to find those obscure titles again next time, let alone frantic gift-buyers. (Which of course, brings up the point: for those seeking holiday gift buying advice… never mind the birthday-thing, by the way… (1) games, (2) books, (3) food.)
Ah, but coffee. The struggle continues. And not without purpose or recognized gains. More, later. To be sure.