COFFEE. (Excellent prompt, Barb.)
I’ve written many posts about coffee. I had to decaf back in 2010, and since then pretty much everyone makes a scowling face and asks, “How can you drink that crap?” or “Why bother?” and then I tick a little box next to their name and think, gee, i hope you never have a health condition that prevents you from consuming too much caffeine, for your words will be bitter when swallowed.
I can have some caffeine. A cup of coffee. Maybe two. In the morning only. Really, really only in the morning.
My recent Oops-I-Forgot-To-Say-Decaf experience left me shaking, spinning, and sick — and in a great hurry to braid bread super fast!
Cause here’s the thing: For me, a shot of espresso may as well be speed.
Would you give a shot of espresso to a nervous person?
Would you be like, “Here’s a quad vanilla latte, it’ll help you relax.”
I think not.
Turns out, I’m naturally alert and quick. Naturally ON.
It also turns out I’d been poisoning myself for decades, making a serious contribution to my own anxiety and all its symptoms.
So yes, decaf for me, thanks.