Why (likely part one)
I’ve been learning about routine and the power of habits. Mine own have had to change quite a bit.
At present, I have a contract managing a team of illustrators from around the globe for a greeting card company. Because I need to talk to artists in real time, I must be up at 3AM and coherent by 4AM. Otherwise, everyone on the team is a day behind.
3 AM is the epitome of fucking early. Coffee and routine have never been so important.
But I let my coffee supply run out and the local stores do not carry the brand or blend that I drink. Nor do the local coffee shops.
I drink one cup of coffee, of one brand, one roast, one grind. I have done so for 20+ years (with the exception of a stint in 2015 that I don’t want to talk about).
Unfortunately, I also live at an address that, winter-after-winter, proves to be undeliverable by UPS.
My mornings have changed without coffee and not for the better. Even the cats, who eat their first serving of wet food at coffee time, are taking this no-coffee-thing poorly.
What keeps me from going to the store to buy a bag of interim coffee is the question of why. Why is this routine so important to me? What would coffee change about this very moment? How has one cup of liquid become so important to an entire day?
Would I be more productive or less with coffee? Why? Would I be happier with coffee? Why? What about a new coffee? Could I come to love another coffee as much as the one I am dedicated to? Why this coffee or no other?
Really, it’s something to ponder over a cup of coffee. Tuesday.