The Unexpected Life Lesson I Learned from a Broken Coffee Machine






The Caffeine Withdrawal Headache That Started It All

Let’s be honest, folks. We all have our morning routines. Mine, until recently, involved stumbling out of bed with the grace of a newborn giraffe and heading straight for my beloved coffee machine. The glorious gurgling sound it made while brewing my morning elixir was practically a religious experience. So, you can imagine my horror when one fateful morning, it remained stubbornly silent. Dead. Kaput.

Cue the dramatic music and the onset of a caffeine withdrawal headache that could only be rivaled by a Viking raid. My usual chipper morning self was replaced by a grumpy troll who just wanted the world to go back to sleep so I could too. But, alas, the world (and my responsibilities) marched on.

French Press Rebellion)

Now, I’m no stranger to a good old-fashioned coffee pot. I mean, we’ve all been in pre-caffeinated states in hotel rooms, bravely facing down those plastic-wrapped plastic contraptions that somehow produce something resembling coffee. But this was different. This was my home, my sanctuary, and I was not about to let a little thing like a non-functioning electrical appliance stand between me and my caffeine fix.

Enter: The French Press. My vintage, slightly dusty French Press, previously relegated to the back of the cupboard, suddenly found itself front and center. I’ll admit, there was a learning curve. A few gritty cups and over-steeped disasters later, I started to get the hang of it.

And you know what? It wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was kind of…enjoyable. The act of grinding the beans, heating the water, and patiently waiting for the perfect brew was strangely therapeutic. Who knew?

The Unexpected Perks of Slowing Down

This whole coffee machine debacle got me thinking. I realized that somewhere along the way, I had gotten hooked on the idea of “faster, faster, faster.” Instant coffee, instant news, instant gratification. But what was I missing out on while I was busy rushing through life?

Turns out, quite a bit. Here are a few unexpected perks I discovered while my coffee machine was out of commission:

  • Mindfulness: The ritual of making coffee the old-fashioned way actually forced me to slow down and be present in the moment.
  • Appreciation: I gained a newfound appreciation for the simple things, like a perfectly brewed cup of coffee (even if it wasn’t instant).
  • Resourcefulness: Hey, if I could conquer the French Press, I could handle anything, right?