Day 22: I don't know how I feel about this

I thought this day was going to be a waste of productivity. I was feeling groggy and out of sorts, further upset that I ran out of coffee and milk (so there goes matcha out the window, too). I figured today was a caffeine-dependent day, and trying to resist the urge to fix the problem was not the right call. Where I live, you can easily order coffee, which is both a luxury and a nuisance. A luxury because you have so many options, and you can recruit someone’s labour to deliver a single drink. A nuisance because you have so many options, and you can recruit someone’s labour to deliver a single drink and because you have to wait like an addict for a coffee to arrive half-melted at best, or in poor condition.

I didn’t feel like spending my luxurious rights today, and figured I’d go to the nearest mall and have my coffee there. That way, I can also get some steps in. Of course, I have a six-month-old baby that I have to take with, dress and pack a baby bag for. I showered her and dressed her, only to realize I am way too uncaffeinated for this trip. Now I have an overdressed baby and no will to get ready myself.

I ended up staying in and ordering an Iced Americano from a coffee shop that is five minutes away. I feel guilty, but in my defense, I used to do these quick coffee runs alone, but now I can’t just leave the house solo.

I feel okay now, thanks for asking. The caffeine did its thing, and I managed to catch up on several things on my mind. I also spent my hyper mood catching up with a few friends over too-long voice memos, even managing to help one of them with my caffeinated wisdom.

The point is, I got my day back. And I can do more with it now that I’ve accepted my ‘must-have-coffee’ fate.