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The first sip. When it’s too hot so you take a scared sip, or when it’s too cold and you’re sad it’s not hot enough. Unless you’re an iced coffee person—you hope the ice doesn’t water it down too much. This first sip is like adding oil to gears.

Perhaps it’s merely a beverage or perhaps it’s a curated culture, maybe an aesthetic lifestyle. It can be the certified “beginning” of many things, whether it be our day or perhaps a friendship. We can craft it at home or we can enjoy it out. There’s so many different tangible choices for coffee and it takes on a multitude of different sizes and shapes all over the world. Venti, large, trenta, demitasse (French for espresso), grande, small, tall, short etc.. not to mention the plethora of styles, tastes and names it takes on to curate different feelings and emotions for whomever consumes it.

But in the end it’s all the same. I asked my patient today if he is a coffee person. He explained to me that for him coffee is like a warm hug from an old friend and more so a comfort or a companion. This is opposed to a necessity or requirement for the day ahead, which is what most of us think of when we picture an 8 oz dark roast at 7am.

When my patient painted me this picture, I suddenly felt myself smile automatically in agreement, like my body immediately understood what he meant. It’s because I, too, see coffee as a friend. We make it, sip it, take pictures of it, hold it, love it and hang out with it everyday. Quite similar to that of a good friend (minus the sipping part).

When I take a sip of hot coffee, it’s not really a big “Oh thank God I finally have my coffee to wake me up and make me functional today” type of feeling. It’s more of a “I’m so glad I have hot coffee to lean on this morning as I wake up.” Taking moments to sip my coffee is also seemingly an excusable break from things. When I take a few seconds to sip my regular drip coffee with cream and simple syrup, everyone understands, like an unspoken language between people. It seems to announce this simple truth: that I require a millisecond to myself for a breath and a sip of my comfort coffee to make the next few seconds (and the rest of my day) better than the last. Everyone catches on and no one complains.

This dance is a part of our coffee culture. It’s a common ground where the world can be on the same page. We all get something special from it and it doesn’t take anything from us (except our money), so we love it. In my opinion, it’s the most understood concept of modern society. More understood than politics, economics, or the environment and even love. The idea of sipping coffee at a cafe or on the couch has the same meaning for everyone. Comfort and peace. Even if only for a moment.

The next time you order that complex coffee drink or use your French press at home for the 107th time, stop and give it an extra thought– is this a quick caffeine fix? A warm comfort disguised as one? Perhaps the fantastic bold, rich blend of both.

“Hello, I’d like a 12oz drip with room for half n half and happiness. Thanks.”

Someone real once said, “the days where you feel the most unmotivated are the days that matter the most.”

THAT is some hardcore sh*t. And I’ll tell you why.

The other day I felt so tired, lost, anxious, confused, annoyed, frustrated, hungry, tired, mad etc. In short, I felt unmotivated as hell. Sitting in my car literally thinking about how on Earth I’m supposed to do sh*t, know stuff and be somebody. I do what everyone tells you to do, “sit with your feelings you’re supposed to feel it” yeah well that was agony because my overthinking brain drove me insane for like 45 minutes while I bounced from do I have a future to what kind of burrito I feel like having. I felt unmotivated because I just didn’t feel a pull and I could care less in that moment.

By pull I mean passion, desire, want. Like what do I like? What do I wanna do? I wanna help people. Ok b*tch but how?? IDK. When you have a plan that was supposed to turn out a certain way or happen in the way you imagined but then..well..doesn’t…its a BAD FEELING, because then you’re like “oh sh*t now what.” I help ill people and have a sedan so I guess that’s a good start but my gawd.

When I feel like this (and lately it’s been often), I think back to what I wrote about in my past blogs: finding growth in the space we create for ourselves & putting one foot in front of the other. For example, my job and/or interactions I have with people, are the stimulus I encounter each day. The response to this stimuli is needing rest, food, other social interaction, emotions etc. The space I create for myself is inside my selfish moments (not always a bad thing). For example, my ultimate space creator is yoga, this blog, or time with my bf & dog. It could also be tv, organizing my home, eating the vegan pastry I bought or online shopping. In this space, I grow. My patience improves, my body heals, my mind chills tf out, I hydrate, I might learn something about myself and what I like.

This space I create then goes on to positively affect my stimuli, response, and ultimately how motivated I am to keep going. So, the days I feel the most unmotivated are the days I try to step away from all that sh*t weighing me down and I just try to create space. This is what’s important. Us as individuals in each individual moment. Our moment’s make us inherently better for ourselves and others.

SO YEAH. It’s true. The days where you feel the most unmotivated ARE in fact the days that matter the most. Take care of yourselves, because unmotivated you needs love too. No matter what, you’ll wake up tomorrow, but maybe it’ll be with more rest and level headedness. You might even wake up motivated to do something new like quit your sh*tty job or create a blog.

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