Coffee is my love
language.
People take tests about
love languages and analyze the specific type of way they give and receive love.
However I have come to
terms with my personal way of receiving love: coffee.
When all else fails in
life, coffee is still there. There are still coffee shops on my street and
Starbucks around the corner.
Everything in my life can
change and turn upside down but coffee is like a trusted loyal friend.
This summer I have been spending a lot of my time alone during the day job searching. When I feel like I can’t take it
anymore inside my apartment alone pouring over job applications, I throw off
the boxers, shower and head to a coffee shop to get some inspiration.
Sometimes I plant myself
next to a window and just drink my coffee and do nothing else. Somehow I am
able to breathe and get enough perspective to continue to move forward in life.
This past weekend I flew
out for my roommate’s (now ex!) wedding in Minnesota to be a bridesmaid. I love
going back to Minnesota for a number of reasons but one of the large reasons
are the coffee shops. Caribou Coffee in Minnesota is the equivalent to
Starbucks in San Diego. They are around every corner. Dunn Brothers has the
best cold press I have ever tried. Lastly Waconia, a town of 10,000 (but it
feels more like 20) just west of the twin cities has a place called Mocha
Monkey. In college I would come here to write and sip a yerba matte chai or get
a mocha.
My ex-roomie, Janice who
just got married added to my addiction of coffee. In the mornings I would wake
up to the smell of coffee, and find her sitting in her robe on our sofa, blank
stare on her face, coffee in hand. It was one of the rare moments I would see
her sit still and do nothing.
The first time, Scott, my
fiancé, came to my door with a vanilla latte in hand, you would have thought he
had come to the door with a diamond ring and a dozen roses. But no, just
coffee. However to me, it was not just coffee. It told me he understand me,
cared about me, thought about me, and the effect of the morning buzz was
lasting as we got into the car and drove off to Julian for the day for a
picnic.
When I graduated in June,
my family and friends all got me Starbucks gift cards. I am still benefiting
from all those gift cards! This time of year they are especially important to
me because of the holiday drinks. The pumpkin spice latte literally makes my
day.
I guess the thing about
love languages and coffee that correlate is that coffee is something you can
taste, touch, smell. It’s something that is given, it’s an act of service and a
gift simultaneously. It speaks non-verbal words of affirmation and often it
brings people together for quality time.
It’s ridiculous when I
think about it. But then again in life you have to notice the little things
that make you happy. Often it’s not the big things, but the little things that maximize
pleasure and satisfaction in life. It’s taking the time to breathe, relax and realize
that those little things are out there to add brightness to the day.
Good correlation between coffee and love languages. I just had to tweet this! ;)
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