Life’s complicated. Coeliac disease. Parenting. Trying to remember all my passwords. But one of the simplest, most reliable joys in my day? Coffee. Proper coffee. Not the lukewarm, suspiciously bitter stuff you reheat three times before giving up — I mean the good stuff.
Each morning, before the emails start pinging and my toddler launches into his daily performance of Why I Shouldn’t Wear Trousers, I make myself a real coffee. I grind the beans, I wait patiently while it brews, and then I sit for a few quiet minutes with that first, perfect sip.
It’s not just caffeine — it’s calm in a cup.
For those few moments, everything slows down. I’m not a dad, a blogger, or someone still slightly traumatised by the last time I was glutened in a restaurant. I’m just a bloke with a hot drink and a peaceful kitchen.
It might sound small. But it’s my anchor.
What’s funny is that I couldn’t stand the taste of coffee a few years back. Now I look back though I just needed to find the right coffee.
☕ Your Turn
What’s your one simple thing? The little moment that makes the day feel yours again? Let me know in the comments — and no judgement if it’s hiding in the loo for five minutes just to breathe. We’ve all been there.
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