Every morning starts with one sacred word: coffee. ☕️ Not “good morning,” not “let’s get started” — just “coffee.” That’s the deal my brain and I have. Until that first sip happens, I’m basically on airplane mode. 😴
I’m not even a coffee snob. I’ll drink whatever — espresso, drip, instant, iced. As long as it’s hot (or cold with ice cubes and a cute straw), I’m happy. It’s less about the caffeine and more about the feeling. That first warm mug in your hands? Instant comfort.
Sometimes I take it to-go and walk around the block, pretending I’m in a movie montage. Other days I sit at the window like a cat, just watching people rush by. The coffee doesn’t fix life, but it makes things... softer.
Yesterday I spilled it on my shirt, burned my tongue, and still — no regrets. Because even bad coffee is better than no coffee. ☕️💁‍♀️