A cup of coffee is a ritual, not a rush

A cup of coffee is a ritual, not a rush

This morning I made coffee slower than usual.

Not because I had more time.
But because I realized—mid-scroll, mid-sigh—that I wanted the first good thing in my day to feel intentional, not automatic.

So I put my phone down.
Poured the grounds with care.
Waited while it brewed without multitasking.
Watched the steam rise like it had something to say.

And when I sat down with the mug between my hands, it hit me:
This wasn’t just caffeine.
This was ceremony.

I used to think romanticizing your life meant florals, candles, aesthetics.
But lately I’m realizing it’s about presence.

And nowhere do I crave presence more than in the ordinary.
The in-between.
The Wednesday mornings. The pre-meeting minutes. The “just one cup before I go” rituals.

That’s where harmony begins.

I won’t pretend I always slow down.
Sometimes I’m gulping cold coffee on the way to inbox zero.

But on the days I remember—when I build a little altar out of time and intention—I feel different.
Not just more focused.
More rooted.

It’s the simplest reminder that I don’t have to rush through my life just because the world is moving fast.


Planner Essentials

For romanticizing your routine:
– A daily spot in my planner labeled “slow moment”
– My favorite mug (yes, it matters)
– One line each morning: what’s my intention today?
– The good kind of silence
– A reminder: ritual is how you return to yourself


Journaling prompt:

Write it down. Reclaim it.

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