COFFEE
So… today I did a thing.
This morning I did something that I have been avoiding for the last 38 years.
For 38 years, I’ve told myself it would be awful and there was absolutely no way I would ever…
Drumroll, please….
I drank my coffee black.
(Crickets)
I’m actually laughing a bit as I am imagining your facesright now.
Really? Stop thepress. Heather drank her coffee black.
It actually is a big deal – at least for me.
I started drinking coffee when I was 4.
My granny used to make it for me.
I honestly think it was one third coffee, one third milk and one third sugar.
I gradually lessened the sugar, but cream/milk or sugar were required.
Always.
About 2 years ago I finally decided to cut out the sugar.
Honestly, it took about 2-3 weeks to actually get used tothat.
I lovingly longed for and imagined my sweet, creamy coffee.
But I decided to stick with it.
I thought it was important.
It was.
I’ve maintained the habit of no sugar in my coffee for more than two years now.
I still held onto my cream. As long as I can have my cream…
Today, I drank my second cup completely black.
I confess I did have the one with cream.
But I decided it was time, so I did it.
Was it rainbows and daisies and totally delicious just because I put my mind to it?
No. No, it was not.
Was it as awful as I had imagined for the last 38 years?
Surprisingly, no. No,it was not.
If I had to “rate” it, I’d say it was just Meh….
Why am I sharing my true story of black coffee?
Because so often we tell ourselves something will beterrible. Awful. Unimaginable. Not even worth it.
What if all those things were just… Meh?
And really, you are avoiding….meh…
What little or even big things are you avoiding that areterrible, awful or unimaginable?
What if it turns out, they really aren’t?
Am I going to drink my coffee black in the morning?
Yep.
Have a great day everyone!
