No More Coffee!

I must admit to having nothing short of a love affair with that earthy dark force of life called coffee. He held me strong indeed but I have once again wrenched myself from his grasp in an attempt to be independent. For those of you who have never tried to quit drinking coffee, let me attempt to explain the sheer agony of such an endeavor. The first day you wake up and go about your day as normal, ignoring that nagging in the back of your mind that you are overlooking something of infinite importance. You shake it off knowing full well what you are missing but choosing to shove it to the innermost recesses of your memory. Very soon your actions, and words begin to slow down. The inspiration of your life is not there to spur you on and things just get tough. Towards the end of the day you begin to feel a dull aching behind your eyes. This very well could be a result of fighting back tears of loss all day long. Who really knows? You end up going to bed early in an effort to shut the loss out of your memory. Sleep sweet sleep. It doesn't help. Instead you dream of Coffee all night, the café’s you’ve sat in together, the road trips you have taken together, the beautiful times of communion with Jesus that you spent together morning after morning. The love of Coffee torments the soul. But wait! Day two begins.....I feel like I am dying, for real. It's as if somehow in the night my whole pillow got stuffed through my ears into my head. The dull throb of little men with jack hammers in my head won't stop and my whole body is shaking. I drag myself out of bed only to drive an hour and a half to a staff meeting in the dreary land of Cascade. The whole meeting seems to be conducted in monotone, the small amount of sunlight that exists in Cascade is glaring in my eyes and the normally adorable Sadie won't stay off me. I eventually tell my leader that I just can't find a reason to care about anything he is saying to me. I head home and sleep the rest of the day away to escape the agony. Well people, let me tell you, I am very thankful that I am now on day 4 of "No More Coffee". Life is looking up again, the sun is shining in Boise and the birds sing to me, yes, to ME! One day I may meet Coffee again, but for now, he is a pleasantly distant memory......except when I wake up in the morning and my roomate has just brewed a fresh pot of smooth Goldcoast and has French Vanilla creamer. AAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGG!