Why You Should Break Up With Coffee

I remember my first cup of coffee in 2013.

Awaiting my first semester at university, the hours were long and relaxed. There was little to do but walk, read, think and blog – how lovely!

(Netflix, Youtube and amazing data plans were yet to be a thing thing).

I drank a kopi-o-kosong: black coffee, no milk, no sugar.

My mind was ablaze!

Strolling home in wide-eyed wonder, my imagination rippled in euphoria. The road beside me infinitely folded in on itself like a scene from Inception… in my imagination. Poor cars. Other mental acrobatics ensued on my 30-minute walk home.

A few weeks later, after more cups and reflections on this powerful drug, I posted this:

What a cute lil blogger!

Those rules were promptly broken, and here I am after 8 years of coffee consistency.

After exploring the experiences of Michael Pollan, I’m inspired to take a break to understand my relationship with this plant.

For a month.

Cold turkey.

omg.

I’ve started today, and the fog definitely settled in at work in the morning. I still feel very much myself, but just about conked out after lunchtime. Work had to go on, and I experienced a second wave of wakeful focus around 4pm!

As the days go by, I’ll be documenting my experience here.

I’m looking forward to weeks of better sleep and rediscovering my mind off coffee. Here we go!