Saturday at 4:07pm at a Starbucks on Islamorada island I had a revelation. I paid five dollars for possibly the lamest drink in the world just because I was still off coffee and after almost a full week my body was still shutting down from lack of caffeine. I had a lengthy conversation with the barista about which Refresher flavor sucked the least (he’s apparently had a bad experience with lime) as well as a brief celebration including a flying leap across Starbucks cause I got my gold card baby. But when the caffeine kicked in on the ride home and I stopped feeling like I was going to punch those around me, I realized what coffee really is.
People, we have bottled sleep. We have taken sleep, ground it up, run water through it, and become incredibly dependent on it. And honestly, I’d much rather be dependent on a beautiful, arguably God-given drink, then laying alone in the dark (sleeping, I’m talking about sleeping). And really, those are our only two options.
Coffee brings people together. We love it. We love to hate how much we love it. It’s a staple of our mornings. It crosses cultures. It allows me to limit my falling asleep in public to once or twice a month instead of every day.
I already have Monday morning planned out. French press, balcony, thirty minutes of morning free time. And I will never again bemoan my dependence on that fantastic drink we call coffee.