Our last grad classes are on – that means lots of reading and the end of my 92 day coffee fast. Is that long enough to make it Lenten? I don’t know. Anyway, after successfully proving to myself and the world for 92 days that I can choose to relinquish coffee entirely at any given moment, I had a couple cups. And even made it past the original end-date by a week. That’s not the problem.
I faced a dilemma this morning. Jessica – unrelenting coffee temptress in residence – made Starbucks (courtesy of Meredith).
I had to read for a while before work but was having no problem staying awake so I passed. I don’t want to drink it unless I need it or it’s a social occasion. But I don’t want to need it; drinking it when I need it seems like caving in. And if I wait for social occasions I’ll hardly get any. And in the meantime Jessica is going to be brewing Starbucks every morning for the next couple months.
This is compounded by a recent experiment involving Sunday mornings. Two Sundays ago (and coffee-free) I was nodding off bad during the sermon – a loooooong sermon – and I was nodding off the whole time. Not that I would have understood much if I’d been awake, but that’s not point. Last Sunday I had two cups before leaving the apartment and was wide awake the whole service and actually enjoyed the game of trying to decipher random words and phrases.
Ah! Life is so complicated.