Tea

I was going to blog about my complicated beliefs in coincidences and the universe, but really I just woke up, I'm incredibly tired, and I want to get some writing done this morning, so I decided to blog about the thing that keeps me alive: tea.

Since I'm from the south, I was raised on sweet tea. I've been drinking it since I was probably 2 years old. It's just a staple of life down here; people in restaurants don't even ask you if you want it "unsweet" because no one drinks it that way. It's heresy.

A few years ago I was introduced to hot tea. And not the wimpy fruity herbal kind; the real stuff. Earl Grey and English Breakfast. Black teas. I can honestly say that the best way to wake up, ever, is getting up before everyone in the house, putting the kettle on, making some tea, and then sitting down and writing or reading a good book while you sip it. It's perfect.

My tea is done.

"And if you're more of a coffee person...you can go die in a hole."

- Charlie McDonnell