“Coffee is a language in itself.” – Jackie Chan
Yes, I quoted Jackie Chan. And yes, I’m going to write a blog about coffee because I adore it. In university, coffee drinking became a ritual. I couldn’t wait for my first class of the day, when I could sit down with a steaming-hot cup of Tim’s – just the smell set my day off on the right foot.
I’ve never actually needed it to wake up (I’ve done little experiments to test this), but I would certainly consider myself addicted. While waiting for a pot to brew the other morning, I sat at my kitchen table with a notebook and pen and started really considering this coffee-drinking habit of mine. It has become a security blanket, a comfort – something that perhaps I would be better off without but can’t let go of, I thought. Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.
I started thinking about all the things in my life that I would be better off without but that help me feel “safe,” e.g., attachment to the past and self-limiting beliefs. It’s so easy to fall into the false comfort of these security blankets, because I’ve lived with them for so long. Giving them up would mean a leap into the unknown, a world *gasp* without coffee.
My analogy is extreme. I have no intention of giving up coffee (besides, hasn’t it been proven that there are health benefits?), but I do intend do move forward with an awareness of the “comforts” in my life that are preventing me from living my best life.
So what’s your morning coffee? Can you try going without it?
coffee drips dreary
One drop at a time.
Waiting for the one to taste
To free it from the confines
of the cup.
I am like the morning cup of coffee, my dear
Waiting for the false freedom.
Smell so sweet,
Go down so bitter.
I cannot be confined
Need to be without
Or nowhere near at all.
Song of the week: “Freedom at 21″ – Jack White