Have you ever noticed that there is something different about a weekend cup of coffee?
Probably not because you’re not a coffee drinker.
But I think that weekday coffee is entirely different than weekend coffee.
Weekday coffee (the first cup) comes on the heels of a vicious alarm clock. It has a time limit (got to get out the door!). For me, it is part of a multi-tasking Olympic event of cramming 4 hours’ worth of activity into 45 minutes of clock time. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it is medicinal (yeah, ok, I would).
Weekend coffee (the first cup) is—in some ways—more critical because it generally arrives later in the morning. On the other hand, it is more leisurely. Each sip gulp can be enjoyed, savored, without the pressure of putting on eyeliner. I can make a second cup at any time—now or a little later, it doesn’t really matter because I’m not in (much) of a rush.
The best thing about weekend coffee is not the weekend-ness or the coffee; it’s taking time to relax and enjoy something. Taking the time to appreciate something we so often rush through. Taking time to breath in the aroma and sip the flavors.
Whatever your “weekend coffee” is—enjoy.