I've said in the past that I am a tea lover, but I feel like this is something different.
Every morning, I wake up and the first thing on my mind is getting that warm mug of hot goodness into my hands. I actually think it's one of the reasons I even bother to get up earlier than I probably have to. I brush my teeth, heat up the Keurig, and make cereal. By then, my tea is finished. I flip open my laptop and throw on a YouTube video and there we go. The warm mug is protecting my hands and mouth from the frigid winter morning air.
My cup in the morning is like my time for relaxation. I haven't started thinking about the worries that kept me awake the night before or the homework I forgot to do for my first class of the day. For that little amount of time my mug is in my hands, the world only consists of me, that mug, and the warmth of the tea inside it.
Once I get down to about 1/3 of my tea left is when reality sets in. I grab my makeup bag and start getting ready for my day. But, the first 2/3 are pure bliss.
I've grown to realize that nothing will get in the way of my morning cup. I don't think I can physically function without that early moment of peace in the world.
As the day continues, my mug of morning green tea transforms into a various black tea around midday and then into a herbal or peppermint tasting tea right before bed. I've got my routine down packed. Though even with my other two teas thoughout the day, my day just won't be the same without that morning, peace in the world, green tea.
I really can't put my finger on it, but there really is just something about a cup of green tea every morning.
Nothing special, but still meaningful.
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