I've been having fun in my little studio the past few days, it gives me lots to work with. I'm not sure if I like the title, I'll keep it for now and rethink it before printing. Journaling reads:
I like to say that my family drinks nothing but water and milk. I like to say I don't self-medicate with drugs. I pride myself in having no addictions whatsoever. Yet these statements are wrong considering that I continue to drink coffee. I lie to myself and say that it helps with my concentration. But I think it's just the withdrawal symptoms lifting. Why have I overlooked this habit despite my continuous drive toward self-improvement? The truth is, I'm not convinced that it's all that bad – or at least I can say that the “pros” outweigh the “cons.” While I've banished sugar and other processed food from the house because of known harmful effects, coffee just doesn't fall into that category. The scientific studies are “inconclusive.” And there are plenty of pros. It prolongs my breakfast time so that I can justify sitting and reading before starting the day. It also gives Steve and I an opportunity to have a “coffee date,” which is cheaper than a dinner date. Steve got annoyed every time I left a trail of brown drips up our wooden stairs – a problem I quickly solved by purchasing a covered porcelain cup. I'll never know if I would have white teeth if I didn't drink coffee, but what's the point of wondering? I'm not giving it up any time soon. I'm an addict by choice. But no sugar, please.