The main issue I have with maintaining a blog is... just that - the maintenance thing.
I really only like to post new pieces when something truly inspires me and, while I have been doing lots of interesting things since August, nothing has really sparked that inspiration that I have been looking for.
My mother's friends are so encouraging: "we love your blog!" "we want to hear about your travels!"
And while, I know it seems like writing about my experiences abroad would make for a much more interesting reading experience, the last thing that I want is for this to turn into another generic travel blog.
So instead of writing about studying yoga in India or climbing Table Mountain, I'm going to write about another topic, one that often leads to some of my best ideas: Coffee.
Since I've been back in the states, I have been picking up some work teaching yoga and to supplement my yoga income, I've been working a few days a week as a barista at a local coffee shop.
Spending three days a week surrounded by coffee and fellow coffee-lovers has, no doubt, influenced this emergence of mine back into the blogging world.
I love coffee.
It goes right up there on my list of top 5 favorite things, tying with theatre for a close 4th place behind my family and friends, my dog, and yoga.
There is absolutely nothing else in this world that compares to that first cup of coffee in the morning.
Rolling out of bed, sleepy-eyed and groggy, and making your way to the coffee pot (or french-press if you're fancy), grinding the beans, pouring the water, listening to that percolaaaation, and then finally taking your first sip of scalding hot, ass-kicking, perk-up, nectar of the gods. (This is a silent call to all my fellow dark roast lovers, you all know what. is. up.)
Call it caffeine dependency, call it placebo effect, call it what you want. I'll call it my own personal slice of heaven.
I love my mornings, and my mornings would not be the same without coffee.
I also think you can tell a lot about a person by their coffee order. Which people are in it for the coffee vs. which people are just in it for the caffeine. Which people drink their coffee black, which add cream, which add cream and sugar.
I admire the people that order their coffee to go: they mean business. But I have an equal amount of admiration (if not more) for those that sit and take the time to enjoy their coffee, whether alone or with a friend.
Drinking your coffee black gives you an edge.
Drinking your coffee with almond, coconut, or soy milk shows that you're making a conscious effort to maintain a healthy lifestyle, despite the caffeine intake. Either that, or you're lactose-intolerant. Or vegan...
You get the occasional super-human tea-drinkers.
And those that drink their coffee with whole milk, half and half, or cream are shameless. And, damn it, they know what tastes good.
Just don't get me started on decaf drinkers.
**please hold while I go get a refill**
I am experiencing pure bliss at the moment. Sitting outside in the sun (with a double americano), people-watching, and enjoying the 52 degree day after several months of long, cold Vermont winter.
I like the way that the enjoyment of coffee can be fluid.
E.g. I enjoy my coffee alone or with people, I enjoy my coffee in my travel mug on my way to work and I enjoy my coffee in a ceramic mug, sitting on my front porch or at the kitchen table. Sometimes I just want straight black coffee, sometimes I want a triple-shot mocha - and I enjoy both equally.
Coffee is coffee is coffee.
Or something poetic like that.
Being a barista is easily the best food service job that I have ever had.
I'm not entirely sure why I enjoy it so much, but I think it has a lot to do with coffee-culture and the bond that coffee-drinkers share. (I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'm being 95% serious and 5% ironic.)
It's like this silent acknowledgement, this mutual understanding - "Oh, coffee helps you through the day too? Great."
We all have our vices.
I like being the person that can provide that vice for people.
I do it with a smile and a nod and then proceed back behind the counter to drink some coffee of my own.
And I'm sorry if reading this post was a waste of your time.
But like I said, I love coffee.
Have a great weekend and thank you, as always, for reading.
I really only like to post new pieces when something truly inspires me and, while I have been doing lots of interesting things since August, nothing has really sparked that inspiration that I have been looking for.
My mother's friends are so encouraging: "we love your blog!" "we want to hear about your travels!"
And while, I know it seems like writing about my experiences abroad would make for a much more interesting reading experience, the last thing that I want is for this to turn into another generic travel blog.
So instead of writing about studying yoga in India or climbing Table Mountain, I'm going to write about another topic, one that often leads to some of my best ideas: Coffee.
Since I've been back in the states, I have been picking up some work teaching yoga and to supplement my yoga income, I've been working a few days a week as a barista at a local coffee shop.
Spending three days a week surrounded by coffee and fellow coffee-lovers has, no doubt, influenced this emergence of mine back into the blogging world.
I love coffee.
It goes right up there on my list of top 5 favorite things, tying with theatre for a close 4th place behind my family and friends, my dog, and yoga.
There is absolutely nothing else in this world that compares to that first cup of coffee in the morning.
Rolling out of bed, sleepy-eyed and groggy, and making your way to the coffee pot (or french-press if you're fancy), grinding the beans, pouring the water, listening to that percolaaaation, and then finally taking your first sip of scalding hot, ass-kicking, perk-up, nectar of the gods. (This is a silent call to all my fellow dark roast lovers, you all know what. is. up.)
Call it caffeine dependency, call it placebo effect, call it what you want. I'll call it my own personal slice of heaven.
I love my mornings, and my mornings would not be the same without coffee.
I also think you can tell a lot about a person by their coffee order. Which people are in it for the coffee vs. which people are just in it for the caffeine. Which people drink their coffee black, which add cream, which add cream and sugar.
I admire the people that order their coffee to go: they mean business. But I have an equal amount of admiration (if not more) for those that sit and take the time to enjoy their coffee, whether alone or with a friend.
Drinking your coffee black gives you an edge.
Drinking your coffee with almond, coconut, or soy milk shows that you're making a conscious effort to maintain a healthy lifestyle, despite the caffeine intake. Either that, or you're lactose-intolerant. Or vegan...
You get the occasional super-human tea-drinkers.
And those that drink their coffee with whole milk, half and half, or cream are shameless. And, damn it, they know what tastes good.
Just don't get me started on decaf drinkers.
**please hold while I go get a refill**
I am experiencing pure bliss at the moment. Sitting outside in the sun (with a double americano), people-watching, and enjoying the 52 degree day after several months of long, cold Vermont winter.
I like the way that the enjoyment of coffee can be fluid.
E.g. I enjoy my coffee alone or with people, I enjoy my coffee in my travel mug on my way to work and I enjoy my coffee in a ceramic mug, sitting on my front porch or at the kitchen table. Sometimes I just want straight black coffee, sometimes I want a triple-shot mocha - and I enjoy both equally.
Coffee is coffee is coffee.
Or something poetic like that.
Being a barista is easily the best food service job that I have ever had.
I'm not entirely sure why I enjoy it so much, but I think it has a lot to do with coffee-culture and the bond that coffee-drinkers share. (I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'm being 95% serious and 5% ironic.)
It's like this silent acknowledgement, this mutual understanding - "Oh, coffee helps you through the day too? Great."
We all have our vices.
I like being the person that can provide that vice for people.
I do it with a smile and a nod and then proceed back behind the counter to drink some coffee of my own.
And I'm sorry if reading this post was a waste of your time.
But like I said, I love coffee.
Have a great weekend and thank you, as always, for reading.
