2022-04-18
Back in my first and second year at uni a friend and I would often have a glass of whisky each in the evenings when we hung out, which was quite often. Habits are strong and when we started hanging out less and I spent less and less time drinking in general I found myself fidgeting in the evenings. I wanted something to drink. Something to wrap my hand around as I wound down. Tea became my replacement and has since become my drink of choice. I drink more tea than I drink anything else. Tea is my ritual; my way of greeting a new day; my way of treating myself; my way of winding down.
I hardly ever brew a cup of tea. A pot or nothing is where it's at, and few days pass where I drink less than two pots à 1.2 litres a day. Most days I'm at three pots. One with black tea in the morning and two with rooibos later in the day, typically afternoon and evening.
Some years ago a kid drew i picture of our family and stick figure me held a cup of tea in his hand. It's how they always saw me, after all. I am known among my daughter's friends as someone who is either drinking tea, planning to drink tea, or both. Of course I overplay my habit in front of them for fun, but it's not far from the truth.
Tea really is a great thing. When one speaks of self-reliance and homesteading my first thought is "I could never grow enough tea for my own consumption."
I don't know where I'm going with this. It doesn't really matter, I guess. I'll finish up here; my first pot of the day is waiting for me.
-- CC0 Björn Wärmedal