It may sound silly, questionable even—when everyone talks about such fabulous habits—but one habit I’ve faithfully guarded over the years is drinking my morning tea in peace.
See, tea is very important to me. I can’t pinpoint the day I started drinking tea, but I am almost certain that day happened somewhere in my toddler years—or even before. When I was younger, I drank cups and cups of tea, as if my life depended on it. Well, my life could have depended on it, considering how little I used to eat back then.
Over the years, my relationship with tea changed. I stopped drinking it like water when I was in my teens. It became one cup in the morning, another in the evening.
But after I had kids, my relationship with tea changed even further. Now, tea marks my me-time. I need my morning cuppa in silence. So I wake up early, make that cup, and relish the hot beverage warming me from the inside out. I have just that one cup, without fail.
So now, although the number of cups of tea has reduced significantly, my love for drinking my favorite beverage shines through, day after day. 🙂
It has become my quiet way of returning to myself before the day begins.
This piece is written in response to Write Bravely May Prompt –
Write about a routine or habit you have faithfully maintained over time. How has it shaped your identity?
Thank you, Corinne.
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