Love, Hate and Coffee

I’m torn between 2 topics to write about. Both are weighing heavy on my heart and therefore I’ve decided to combine the two. Please excuse the chaos.

The past few mornings I’ve been waking up with “Praise the Lamb” – Alli Rogers stuck in my head. Not really hard to figure out why, it’s the song we’re presenting a dance to on Sunday in church. (All are welcome to come by the way! Sunday 10am @ connections church in wappingers falls). So this morning I woke up singing this song. Then realized my head was still pounding from the migraine I developed yesterday and I was going to take a sick day, so I went back to bed. When I re-awoke at 10:45am (yup!! haha it felt goood) I was singing a different tune. It was non other than the Beatles’ song “All you need is love.” Now it could be because every blog and tweet I read is chatting about the Beatles’ Rock Band coming out. Or it could be that my life is surrounded by love and although it’s not all I need, it sure is a big part of it. Comments/thoughts welcome on this!

Now this transitions me oh so horribly into my 2nd blog topic.

I have a love/hate relationship with coffee. My gosh I love the taste so much. I have a physical passion for it’s taste, a mental craving for it’s comfort and an emotional drawing because of past memories over coffee. However. I do know that it’s not good to literally love coffee. And I know that it’s the reason for the migraine I had for 20 hours over the past 2 days (yes, yikes).  Let me explain.

Coffee does not give me migraines. BUT coffee takes the place of drinking alternative beverages such as, oh I don’t know, WATER. My body is seriously dehydrated this past week due to my increasing consumption of coffee and therefore decreasing consumption of water. So little water + caffeine over 3 days = massive migraine.

So one would think that I would now be like “oh my gosh give me water.” I wish that were the case folks. I’m craving it so bad. It’s so hard to sit at home and not make myself a ginormous pot of coffee and refill my beautiful ceramic mug over and over again while watching the most ridiculous movies until Chris comes home. So I took the high road. The coffee stays in the jar, the mug stays on the shelf and a bottle of water is sitting in front of me. And this transitions me even worse than before into my last thought of the day.

This is the 3rd time in the past week or 2 that this thought came to mind, so I think I’ll share it with you. In life we’re usually given 2 options. We can take the high road or the low road. The hard choice or the easy choice. The wide or the narrow. Do you have it in you to choose the right one?