Sometimes, the days that start out the hardest can become the most awesome. Take today, for example. Getting up at 6 AM for prayer at the house wasn’t exactly a walk in the park this morning. I almost went back to bed after we were done, and I remember saying to someone in conversation before my first class, “I wish there was an ‘I QUIT’ button for mornings like this.”
That was before the coffee kicked in.
For the record, I am not a coffee drinker. In fact, I made a solemn vow to myself when I first came to college that I would never let caffeine addiction become part of my life. So, since I began my time at St. Thomas, my policy has been “if the day is hard, find a way to make it through and get more sleep tonight.” I mean seriously, I VERY rarely drink coffee.
Hopefully, this helps to illustrate how I felt when I left the house at 7:45 today. I BOOKED IT to Coffee Béne at the library and spent a few moments mulling over which roast to choke down. I settled on “Jamaican Me Crazy,” which is a “medium roast”—whatever THAT is—with a hint of vanilla and caramel.
Man, what a pick-me-up. From then on out, things were just going my way today. I got back a really nice grade on a paper I wrote last week, aced a philosophy quiz, ran 3 1/2 miles, and felt great in general. It truly was an exceptional day.
Was it the coffee? I guess I’ll never know. I am still firmly resolved to avoid it except in very extreme cases (like today).
But a part of me hopes that extreme cases happen more often …