I probably should be asleep…in fact I know I should. I should also cut down my caffeine-intake. It was explained to me quite simply today: if you can endure one terrible week, it will get better. It takes the body about that long to readjust when cutting down caffeine. Even just cutting down half what I do would be an improvement overall, if I can just make one week of sluggishness.
It is hard, and it is a cycle. Addictions are difficult to break because that is their very nature. You are tired so you crave it; you have trouble sleeping in part because you had too much or had it too late in the day. Which then leads you to wanting espresso in the morning.
So why not switch my method of intake? Going back to tea, green tea is a little less caffeine than espresso…I think. It may or may not help I know, but if it does help that would be brilliant, and probably healthier.
It was with that in mind in part that I went to Estes Park to my favorite tea shoppe, Moon Kats. My only regret was getting there late (I am very skilled at sleeping in on weekends, or staying up to the wee am for some reason I have no problems, but good rest times during the week, pa-fah–I live off Americanos).
It was lovely, the food, the view, the overall serenity of the place and my chair. Well, not my chair, but it practically was for a time on Sundays when they were at Isis. Staci, co-owner and baker extraordinaire (seriously outstanding breads and cakes), laughed at how appropriate it was to see me back in the chair and writing. She snapped the following:
Always look on the bright side. I try to, like having friends who are understanding of my…well…lately forgetfulness, which goes back to cutting down on caffeine. Still…
Still it was a great space for breathing and writing. The tea was lovely, the view of the mountains ascending all around…the only thing that would have topped off the day would have been a hot stone massage. I just wish I could make it up there to Moon Kats more than once a month, but for now, that will do.
Back to pen and paper…or of I am lucky bed. Only three hours until it is time to rise…and maybe shine, probably imbibe a bit of espresso knowing me. Oh, the wicked mistress of that warm sinful brew…I am so whipped, and not in a good way.