simplici.tea

I've decided I want to become a tea drinker.

Not like "I'm living in the South, sweet tea will replace my blood," but starting my morning with a hot cup of tea with honey or ending my day with some decaf and good book with my cat in my lap. There's something that's so appealing to me to be a tea-drinker. I just feel like I'd see life as slower paced, every sip bringing me a little serenity into my day.

Maybe I just watch two many commercials and movies.

But I like tea. I really do. The flavors are much more pleasant to me than the bitter taste of coffee. There's too many things in my life that are bitter without having to add it to the start of my day. I think I'm too much of a dreamer to be a coffee drinker. I'd rather sift through and explore the more complicated flavors infused in the tea bag.

I'd like to think I'm becoming a foodie.

I know I'm not really. I still prefer the taste of a McDonald's cheeseburger to that of anything Sean could make me on the grill or one of those gourmet burgers you can get at fancy restaurants made out of ostrich meat. But Food Network has made itself a regular on my TV. I think I've learned how to change things in a recipe successfully and I understand better why you have some ingredients that might seem out of place but are really essential to the recipe.

I think that's why tea might be more appealing. As I'm trying to understand and learn different elements of food, tea seems like a perfect compliment so I can understand some of the sweeter herbs and spices compared to the more savory spices you experiment with when it comes to dinner meals.

My life has been good recently. Not that it hasn't been good in the past. But I've been smiling a lot more than I've been crying.

Sean's got a job that he's so excited about. It's in a field he loves doing something he excells at. The money isn't as good, the peace of mind that he's happy with what he's doing is work learning how to budget. Beside, I'm glad for us to learn how to save and appreciate more of what we may make one day.

Work has been a bit more hectic. I'm given more tasks at work. Ones that will give me great experience in whatever I choose to pursue. My biggest problem is that I tend to be swamped during certain parts of the month and then other times I have to pull from the dregs of my tasks to find something to do. Ideally, I'd like to be steadily occupied all the time, but this world's not perfect, and I make do. I like most of my co-workers. Some more than others, of course, and others I wish would realize that just because they're older doesn't mean they're my supervisor or know better than I do. Not that I know anything more than they do, but someone's exhaustion and bad mood does not need to be taken out on me.

I love my husband. I get to hang out with my best friend on a fairly regular basis. She's about to move and leave me, so I'm glad to spend time with her when I can. Most of the time, I have a full life and when I get my breaks, I'm generally grateful to have them.

Two days after my birthday, I'm going to start Weight Watchers. I need to lose weight. I've always been on the bigger side, and I developed bad eating habits my senior year of college. But after my father died, I fell into depression. And recently depression has resulted in over-eating rather than loss-of-appetite. I'm hoping this will jump start me into losing some weight and get back to the gym. I always feel good when I work out, and the little bit of yoga that I do get to do, I love. But when I get to come home and see Sean, I just want to sit on the couch and cuddle and talk. I don't want a miracle. I don't want to be a size 2. I just want some more engery, a little more self confidence, and the knowledge that I'm living a healthy life.

But needless to say, my life is busy. When I get home, there's always something to do, whether I feel like doing it or not. I think taking thirty minutes to drink a cup of tea every night might give me a little bit more peace and perhaps a moment of simplicity in my life.