The coffee gods summon me every morning as I awaken and guide me to the coffee pot. If there is no coffee, I hastily drive to the store to get a cup as if I fear that they will run out. Love coffee...and the I've sacrificed myself to it every morning since I was sixteen years of age. It all started when I was in prep school and my english teacher Ms. Palmer would set up a coffee bar in the room. I would rush to the table and make a cup of spiced tea. Instead of focusing on the book discussion at the time, I would focus on the tea, the aroma of spices floating through my nostrils, I would focus on the taste of spices and orange tang flowing over my tongue and down my throat...and when the cup was finished, I would focus on deciding wether or not I should get another cup but sometimes class was over and I would just forget! It wasn't coffee but it had caffeine in it and it was a great way to start the day.
I graduated to coffee later, and became addicted. I depend on coffee to wake me up, love and appease everyone and be interested in the days events. I bet if you find 10 coffee drinkers, they are the nicest people in the world and they are chronic people pleasers. Maybe I'm wrong but I swear that I've unfairly depended on the coffee gods to motivate me and make everything okay. I thank them because for years -as far as I was concerned-they did provide me with a savory escape. But, examining my life lately, really looking at it and thinking about it, it's time for me to wave a teary goodbye to the coffee gods. They've been really good to me over the years but I have to kick, well maybe modify, this addiction so that I can retrieve the pieces of my personalitiy that are so near and dear to me.
I thank Ms. Palmer and I sure miss that spiced tea.
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