For no particularly good reason I’ve taken a break from coffee.
Well, actually… I try and do a purge every couple of years, break that build up of minor chemical dependency that follows daily consumption of any similar type of drug… even if it’s just the oh-so-socially-acceptable caffeine dependency that accumulates over time. So that’s my reason. My not-so-good, actually particularly arbitrary reason. And so until Christmas morning –about a month and a half away– when my gift to myself will be waking up to a freshly brewed cup-o-joe, I’m cold turkey on hot coffee.
I bring it up now because as I write this it’s been almost (to the hour) a week since my last cup. Seven days. Seven days that, to boot, have seen the weather turn bitterly cold and made the temporary separation between me and my go-to-hot-beverage even just a wee-tiny-little bit harder to bear.
Some past success stories of the same inexplicable process include:
- 2012 was my most recent sojourn into caffeine clear-ups, recorded in “Absolution, Art, and a Bit of Brew” and (later credited) as kicking off a kind of mental clarity that led to some self-realization and a span of moderation and body-changing eating habits.
- In 2009 I took a training-derived break from the brew in “In Lieu of the Juice, Day 0“, which was really more of an effort to find a balance between my running and my lingering dependency on the stuff
- My coffee break up in 2006 was noted in: “Caffeine Free?” and (pre-fatherhood) was loosely linked to an era of science-based self flagellation that materialized in the form of structured withholding of personal pleasures. I’m weird. I know.
Now… the fourth (as recorded here) effort of the same…
And I’ve been drinking tea, of course… not a clean break up from caffeine I’ll admit, but it’s really more about the coffee than the various levels of stimulant in various beverages if I’m being perfectly honest. Tea presents itself as a refined, nuanced drink, rich in variation and leaning more to the flavoured-water side of the scale of whatever societal gauge measures these things. Coffee, on the other hand, is a brew. A concoction. It’s more than flavoured water… it’s an emulsion of oils and particulates enriched with sugar and a ritual of daily purchase that shrouds it in a murky pool of guilty pleasure. Tea… tea is not so naughty.
But all that said, I’m not going to get on a soapbox here and try and lead any other of you caffeinated fools down a similar path. I’m just doing it… noting it… and getting on with things. Unless something more interesting than, say, a new favourite flavour of tea emerges I’ll shut up about it now… mostly…