Joy in a Cup

I have a newfound joy.

Maybe it’s always been there but I’ve just now given it thought.

I LOVE sitting down to drink a cup of coffee.

Scratch that.

I love sitting down to drink a cup of coffee when I have all the time in the world (or something that feels like it).

There’s something so fantastically unforgettable about these rare occasions of stillness and satisfaction.

Each time I’ve truly been able to sit with no consideration of the clock, I remember them all.

• The time my mom and I settled into a popping café in Temecula to stalk her sop opera crush and sip the morning away OR when the handful of times we got lost in laughter and people watching at cafes while traveling the world together.
• The one of many times sweet Sasch and I strolled along the Pacific coast with PDM in hand and memories on our tongues.
• The treasured few times I get to sit down with my best friends and pick up exactly where we left off in doing life together. Time stands still to allow us to catch up and encourage each other.
• The time my dad and I stumbled into Firecreek for a cappuccino, to end up staying late through the night. Lost in conversation and the local twangy band playing in the background.
• The few times I’ve found myself reconciling misplaced friendships.

A few other occasions are on this list of indulging moments too.. but my “newfound joy” revelation stemmed from last Tuesday morning.

It was on this day, October 12^th, that I found myself with an unscheduled morning. Never have I ever indulged in slurping a K-cup brew with a splash of overly-processed hazelnut creamer as much as I did last Tuesday morning.

No chugging and plugging just to consume the caffeine.

No distractions or plans to tend to.

Me. My books. My coffee. My God.

It was glorious.