Started from the mud now we here.

I like coffee. The smell, the flavor and more importantly; I love the ritual. There’s something about a freshly brewed cup of coffee that makes me feel like I can take on more, and do it better.

The dream would normally stop there. I would finish that cup, have an anxious peak of sprinting alertness with a jittery and unproductive comedown. It would f*** up my sleep cycle, leaving me tired the next day. Unconsciously ordering up another cup to “bring me back to life.”

I noticed more and more people saying things like “I’m trying to quit coffee” or “I’m trying to keep it to one cup a day.”