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Sometimes I think my life is measured by cups – a large cup of tea in the morning, another (smaller) cup once I arrive in the office, maybe a third if the morning is tough, then I switch over to herbal, or if the kitchen only has lemon flavored green tea I’ll have that, as the afternoon creeps on I may allow myself a cup of cappuccino, a small pick-me-up to keep me going, and then of course those cups of tea at home in the evening – since I am trying to be good only herbal or fruit (or is I can source it liquorice, mmh), then of course there is the thermos of hot fruit tea I carry around with me in my portable office – my trusty satchel bag – the lid is the cup and I sip from while in college (both as a MfA student and as a lecturer).

So many cups punctuate my day, so many tiny breaks to just take a breath before I move on. Those moments of –pause – that it takes to lift, sip and swallow (sometimes with a brief closing of eyes) are vital to me, not only for reasons of hydration.

Maybe measuring my day, life, in cups isn’t so strange after all – the beverage of choice often reflexes my mood or my need and the breaks they give me help me navigate though my day.

afternoon break - a well deserved cup of cappuccino to keep me going

afternoon break – a well deserved cup of cappuccino to keep me going