I’m Ready to Drink Coffee Again

It’s been 4 years since I quit drinking coffee and I think I’m ready to fall off the wagon.

I’m going to use a very superficial excuse. I love the tiny little Keurig machines. My sister has one and I want to have one that I can bedazzle with pink rhinestones.

To be honest, I’ve debated this issue with myself for quite some time. I take pride in saying I’ve been coffee free for the past 4 years. I bought a cup of joe last year but couldn’t bring myself to drink it. I love the smell so I occasionally get drunk off the aroma.

My first cup of Bustelo was probably around 6, 7 or 8 years of age. Puerto Ricans roll like that. I’d have it at night with some crackers. It was AWESOME.

Unbeknownst to me, I harbored addictive tendencies. It wasn’t until my mid 30s that I discovered this, so we’re looking at 30+ years of hardcore coffee drinking. I’m not talking about a weak ass cup of Maxwell. I took my coffee strong and in several doses a day.

At the height of my workaholic phase, I seriously considered the intravenous version of coffee. I soon learned that I could just make the switch to cocaine but coffee was cheaper so I didn’t switch from Bustelo to coke. That was probably for the best.

I used coffee as a weapon. When I needed to justify the overnight work sessions I would reach for cups of coffee to help me stay awake. Eventually my body got tired and it let me know. First the nudging was subtle. A migraine here and there. Then the tapping became louder. Heart palpitations are no fun when accompanied with dizzy spells.

I had quit cold turkey for a few weeks and voila, symptoms went away. My body was chilling. It was physically happy. However mentally I felt like an addict crying for their drugs and emotionally I was lost.

So I took up coffee again and vowed to tone it down. No more hard core drinking. I capped myself at 2 cups a day. I even opted for Starbucks or the street trucks. Talk about cheap imitations. It was never enough. So I switched it back to homemade coffee where I could control the concentration.

Like clockwork, the scary symptoms resumed. In October of 2010 I vowed to stop drinking for good. Going cold turkey was much easier. By this time I had found a coffee substitute – chai tea lattes. Like many other addicts, I simply switched from one addiction to another.

I learned that coffee was not the enemy, my dependency for it was what I needed to address. After 4 years, I just miss it. I’m nostalgic for the cup of Bustelo with crackers. And if I buy that Keurig, I can recreate those childhood memories, all for the price of 4 coffee-free years.

Vicky Ayala

My name is Vicky & I am a brand strategist & visual storyteller. By day, I work with multi-passionate entrepreneurs to organize their creative genius into a memorable brand experience with engaging design, authentic storytelling and strategic online marketing. When I'm not conjuring brand magic, you can find me musing about the entrepreneurial journey which includes everything from finding the perfect chai latte to plotting my domestic move to Miami.