My mother used to set her alarm to wake up an hour before the rest of us. She liked to sit in the living room, with her cup of coffee and enjoy the quiet. I actually had that opportunity and it was bliss. I suddenly get why she would forfeit an hour of sleep to enjoy the peace. I was able to start my day relaxed and refreshed and (after a cup of caffeine) ready to do. A simple, quiet cup of joe brought a little joy to start my day.
I was never a coffee drinker. In fact, I didn't really enjoy my first cup until I was in my mid 30's. And then? You couldn't stop me. I don't drink a ton - just about 5 cups a week. But when I do, I sip. I cradle the cup in my hands. I savor. I enjoy a slow, hot cup of coffee - lightly sweetened and a dash or two of cream. And this morning, the kids were all occupied upstairs leaving me in peace to savor a delicious cup. There is joy in a cup of coffee.
I love those first few hours in the morning. After I've dropped the kids off to school. After the dishwasher and washing machine are full and humming along, doing their work. After I've poured my first cup of coffee and I'm sitting, here, at the computer. And it's my time. My time to check in on my favorite blogs. Order something online. Write something for a blog or an email to a friend. My time to write and not be interrupted. Sip my coffee leisurely and wait until the one of the washing machines beckons me to unload them. My time to write brings me joy.
