There are days when I think I was born on the wrong side of the Atlantic. In a land of coffee addicts, I choose tea every time. To be sure, the taste is better; more nuanced and varied than coffee, but there is more to it than that. There is something in the ritual of its preparation that I’ve always found calming. For 3,000 years, tea has been consumed around the world to similar effect.
Today was one of those days. It’s been a long week. There hasn’t been much time to stop and breathe, let along put thoughts down on paper. And a week without writing is like damming a river — a lot of pressure builds up.
On a day like today, with bills looming and a 50-hour work week about to begin, I’ll take what comfort I can get. With a hot cup of tea in hand, I begin to think I can handle it. That’s the power of tea.
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I’m a writer and serial tea drinker in Flagstaff, AZ. Brew yourself a cup, leave a comment or follow me on Twitter: @jonnyeberle. Thanks for reading!