Now, of course my first response was: Nope... No... No way... Not a chance!
Which made me start wondering about other things. Such as: Is it really bad that I had a strong reaction to the idea of a week without coffee? Is that actually a sign that I need to go a week without coffee to detox myself from it's rich delicious caffeiney goodness? (yes, caffeiney is a word. If it's not - well, I just invented it)
After much mental wrestling over these questions (and a few others, most of which are not related to this story), I decided to give it the ol' college try.
I checked the tea stash. (What? I'm not crazy. I have no intention of facing caffiene detox headaches without some sort of backup!) A nice collection of Earl Gray, English Breakfast, Chamomile, Peppermint, and various herbals? Check. Local sourwood honey and sugar? Check. It seemed as if all the pieces were already in place; as if the universe were saying: Go ahead. You can do this. Go for it.
So, tomorrow begins my challenge: Seven Days Without Coffee. Which yes, I fully intend to document right here for your reading pleasure.
Will I survive? Will those around me?
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