I couldn’t finish my cup of coffee this morning. (My friends are going “Is she feeling okay?”)

But I didn’t need to.

It struck me this morning as I was drinking my coffee that as I’ve been getting more sleep, more consistent sleep, I’ve been needing coffee less and less.

Novel concept, right? Hear me out.

Coffee has always been a huge part of my life. My parents are both serial coffee drinkers, my father’s parents, my aunts, uncles, cousins – practically everyone in my family drinks it. Part of it is the caffeine benefit (even before all of the delicious research came out about it), but mostly it’s about the ritual.

Choose your brewer. Put the grounds in. Fresh water. Start it. Allow the smell to permeate your surroundings. Breathe in. Smile. Chat with your relatives, your family, your friends over cups of this indulgence. Connect. Love. Laugh.

Starting to see it? It hit me this morning that I use coffee as part of my ritual, and being aware of it is just a practice in mindfulness. Water, bone broth, coffee. Each of these drinks provides a different benefit to my health, and each gives me time to reflect, stretch, be conscious of my body, my mind, the sleep I got that night, and slowly, slowly, thinking about the day ahead.

Whatever your drink of choice, start using the ritual to be really conscious. Be present. Be aware.

Love the practice. Don’t rush.

Meet you there.

Xx