The privilege of having a coffee
It’s Saturday morning. I get up early considering I stayed up late. I want to get up. I feel the will to do something. I still don’t know what, but it doesn’t matter.
I weigh myself. Value is consistent with my goals. This makes me happy. It sets me up for a happy morning. Time slows down in the best way.
I think about the first sip of coffee. I can imagine how it will feel. I also know it’s different every time. For example, this time I’m writing about it.
I make the coffee. It’s a Nespresso. The process stimulates my senses. There is sound, smell, the warmth of the cup, and probably thousands of other feelings I can’t describe.
I think the fact that I can register these feelings makes me privileged. I am thankful, and I don’t take it for granted.
Thank you for reading.
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