Coffee Lovers Essay

                Coffee Lovers

        I have an extremely busy schedule. It goes somewhat like this – Venti, caramel, iced, extra cream, four equals, stirred; 7 am. One mudslide K-Cup, 4 tablespoons of raw sugar plus a flourish of French vanilla cream; 3:30 pm. Another mudslide K-cup, no sugar, lots of cream; with dinner. Black decaf; midnight. No matter how it has been made, nor the time of day, coffee always finds a way to make itself a part of my diet.

 Although I don’t substitute it for water, I drink coffee just as much. I find solitude in any kind of coffee. It has a calming presence over my body. Whether I am stressed out or upset, I run to coffee. It may be the aroma; an awakening mix of freshly roasted beans and rich creamer. Or it may be the warmth it brings as you feel the heat run through your body to every nerve in your fingertips to your toes. It could also be the acquired taste that my taste buds crave to know every minute of the day. A delicious bittersweet taste so to speak. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the addicting familiarity of the affect it has on my mind. Coffee is simply soothing.  I could be having the worst of all days, and coffee seems to make everything better. Coffee is a mini escape; my happy place so to say.  

I go to coffee when I find a problem within anything that I cannot solve. I go to coffee when I feel the need to calm down. I go to coffee when I have nowhere else to go. Coffee is not only my last resort, but also my first. Coffee is the start to my day, whether it’s the Starbucks right down the road or the Keurig machine just a few steps away from the comfort of my bed. Coffee is also the end of my day, as the warm aroma drugs me into a heavy sleep only to be awakened by it the next morning. It’s just something about the feeling it brings to my body, an overwhelming tranquility where nothing else seems to matter. I sometimes wonder how coffee has such an effect on me, and then I realize it is because I let it. I let coffee solve my problems before anything else. I let coffee calm me down before going to anything or anyone. I let coffee be my shoulder to cry on. Although coffee doesn’t have a physical presence, it has a mental one that brings serenity, which is greater than any other ambience imaginable. Therefore, I allow coffee to do its thing and be my remedy.