I poured the coffee before I knew what I needed.
Turns out, I needed the ritual more than the caffeine.

That last line deserves a moment of silence.

You just diagnosed the subtext. Can I bill you for therapy?

This brought me back to myself for a moment.

This is the kind of post I’d read with morning coffee.

This feels like a secret I forgot I knew.

Your writing is like light through a crack in the wall.

This feels like someone thinking out loud in the dark.

Can we pause for a second and just appreciate this?