The Coffee I Let Get Cold
"I had made the coffee to enjoy it, but I was treating it like a prize to be won."
I poured the coffee at exactly 7:15 AM. It was the good kind—the beans I only buy occasionally, ground fresh, smelling like toasted caramel. I set the ceramic mug down on my desk, feeling that specific quiet anticipation of the first sip of the day.
And then I noticed a smudge on my laptop screen. I grabbed a microfiber cloth to wipe it off. While I was doing that, I saw an email notification flash. It was just a newsletter, but I decided to quickly archive it so my inbox would be clean. Archiving it reminded me I needed to add a doctor's appointment to the family calendar. That took a minute to log into. Then I realized the plants on the windowsill looked a little dry, so I got the watering can.
By the time I finally sat down, took a breath, and picked up my mug, it was lukewarm. Not terrible, but missing that initial, comforting heat that I had been looking forward to.
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I realized I do this constantly. I create moments of comfort—a hot cup of coffee, a fresh notebook, a clean kitchen—and then I immediately abandon them to go do "one small thing." It's as if I believe I have to earn the right to sit down and enjoy the thing I just prepared. As if the act of resting, even for the three minutes it takes to drink a cup of coffee at its peak, requires completing an obstacle course of productivity first.
I had made the coffee to enjoy it, but I was treating it like a prize to be won. The next morning, I poured another cup. And this time, I just drank it.
What's one small pleasure in your day that you accidentally rush through without realizing it?
Warmly, Evelyn
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