I like coffee. I like strong coffee.
I like strong coffee roasted in small batches by someone I know.
I like strong coffee served in a skull mug that was hand crafted in a wood-fired kiln by someone who I also know.
I like strong coffee with names like “demon roast” and “sinful delight.”
Coffee has become somewhat of a ritual for me. The morning starts and I love the sounds that our coffee maker makes.
Strange bubbly, dripping, awesomeness.
The house is filled with tempting dark aromas.
I wait for that “beep” that indicates that the lovely brew is ready to be consumed, and my day begins.
When describing this coffee ritual to a friend, they had a similar coffee ritual. We both savor the dark brew, but it came with a qualifier.
“I like coffee when it is strong, but not bitter.”
A pause in the conversation.
“Maybe that is a good way to think about our life’s journey. We become strong, because of the struggles, adversity, or obstacles, but it doesn’t make us bitter.”
The lesson sank in.
My coffee ritual has taken on new meaning. The process is the same. The same sounds come from the device. The same aromas fill our house.
But, as that first sip passes my lips, I remember those words.
Strong, but not Bitter.
What a great reminder and goal for our lives.