Caffeine, curiosity and the tiny joys of life…

Day 6
How my enjoyment of coffee is directly correlated to my psychological wellbeing

This post is a short contemplation on the everyday. I hope it gives you a little nudge towards presence and away from some of the anxiety we are all feeling.

I love coffee. It is a simple pleasure in my daily life, a central piece of my routine. Honestly, I’m not even a coffee snob, but when I get to have the good stuff, I lean in. I savour each and every sip.

That has not always been the case. When I was younger, I had a messy relationship with food. The idea that something could be both fuel and a source of joy confused me. I honestly believed that if I opened myself up to enjoying more high-end coffee, my life would become complicated, trying to keep up some extreme standard. I wanted to be easygoing, not make a fuss.

However, in my attempt to avoid vulnerability and disappointment, I drained the little joys from my life. And I think the little joy really is the big joy.

Yes, there are a few big moments here and there. But we live our lives one day at a time. The same routines: doing laundry, making the bed, studying, working, drinking coffee. That is what our days actually look like.

I had already been climbing out of my personal hole for a while when I realised that I am neurodivergent. That shift in perspective led me to pay closer attention to the tiny moments and decisions in my day. Do I want to socialise or not? Do I enjoy this food? Is this place actually too noisy for me?

With each small adjustment, the quality of my days kept improving.

My morning coffee is when I get to fully arrive in the day. A moment where I don’t need to talk or perform, where I don’t have to prove anything. My mind gets to wander and I can simply be present.

I hope you also indulge in those little moments in your days. Maybe it is a hot shower or a cup of tea. You deserve it, no matter your productivity.

Celine