Let’s all take a moment and reflect on our appreciation for coffee.
Alright, maybe not all of us are huge fans of the stuff. But those of you who read blogs are often writers. Writers and coffee are like peanut butter and jelly. Laurel and Hardy. Feathers and birds. Jam and bread. Sure, they’re fine separately, but they’re so much better together.
Why coffee, though? What is it about this brown, bitter beverage that makes it so delightful? What about it has made it graduate from just a drink to a national phenomenon? Why does social interaction tends to revolve around the drinking of coffee?
Simply put, coffee is a hug in a mug.
That phrase is not entirely original to me. But it’s perfect, so I’ll repeat it here.
There are few things more delightful than getting up in the morning, rolling out of bed, walking over to your coffee pot and pouring that first (or maybe the only) cup of the day. This is especially true on cold mornings where getting up is particularly difficult because the space under the covers is warm and the rest of your world is not.
Then there’s the first sip. After that first little bit of bitterness warms up the inside of your mouth, it spreads to your chest, and finally your stomach. Slowly but surely, the inner workings of your brain start to warm up. Like throwing breaker switches and hearing the hum of electricity coursing through your system, turning all the light bulbs on.
Or at least most of the light bulbs.
Really, coffee isn’t a necessity. Most of us might be better off if we didn’t drink as much of it as we do. But it’s there—warm, flavorful, and inviting. It’s one of those small things that we take for granted that’ definitely worth being grateful for.