A Letter to my Keurig
Let me start by saying thank you. You’ve (nearly) single handedly gotten me through every day. You make my coffee just the way I like it. Every. Single. Time. and honestly, you don’t get enough credit.
I couldn’t tell you the number of cups I have in a day, but I can tell you that you’re helping me save a lot of coffee. Could you imagine how much coffee I would be wasting if I made a whole pot for myself? Yikes.
Since I stepped into this whole adulting thing it feels like there’s always something to do. Whether it’s work or errands, my brain needs to be on and I can count on you for that.
It doesn’t matter if my day was absolutely chaotic and your cup of coffee is all I need to stay sane. Or if it has been a rainy day curled up on the couch and your cup of coffee brought me warmth. Without fail, every time, that simple cup of coffee brings me so much joy.
Sometimes I think the concept of joy gets too overcomplicated. Joy doesn’t need to come in expensive boxes or last a certain amount of time or be with certain people. That most simple joy, the one that puts a smile on your face, that one, comes from a simple cup of coffee.
For all that joy, I have you to thank.
Bandit Coffee Drinkers