Lazy Coffee Mornings
I am not a morning person. One of my favorite things is to lay in bed with coffee, and I call this my lazy coffee mornings. I cherish these mornings more than I should. They are sometimes relaxing, and I can take my time with them. Most of the time, these lazy coffee mornings are filled with guilt and anxiety for all the things I need to do.
I live alone and since my daughter and her partner have moved out I can walk around the house naked whenever I want, and I do. I don’t really care what the neighbors see and the only time I have to worry about that is the spring and summer when the windows are open. Truthfully, I don’t care then either. I enjoy being naked.
Lazy coffee mornings are best spent naked, so I lay in bed after getting my coffee from the kitchen. Sometimes I read or watch television, or I enjoy coffee. The problem is, I don’t rise and shine early. Often, morning turns into early noon, afternoon. That is when the guilt and anxiety creep in.
I am from a family of early risers. Mom and Dad were always up early getting things done. The philosophy was the earlier you get the things done that you have to do, the sooner you can start the fun stuff. Of course, this makes sense. I could never love waking up early. Mom would be cleaning, and Dad would either be off to his third job or doing yard work outside before my feet hit the floor. I could hear the hustle and bustle and just dread getting up. There were no lazy coffee mornings back then, just procrastinating.
There was a short period of time when a man I was dating would come over in the morning for dates we called coffee and sex. This wasn’t lazy coffee mornings. This was get up, shower, prepare coffee, wait for his arrival, talk for a bit and drink our coffee, and then have sex. Nice but not lazy.
That being said, I should allow myself a lazy coffee morning when I want one. I do, but I feel guilty. There is always so much to do. Living alone has its perks, but it also has its downside. No one else will let the dog out. No one else will clean the house and do the yard work. Then my mind goes to the writing that needs to happen. The workout needs to happen. Mom needs to get to the store or get out of the house, and friends need help. Oh, and if the puppy, a beautiful 2-year-old German Shepherd, has had enough sleep – lazy coffee mornings do not exist.
I gifted myself a lazy coffee morning and was 75% guilt and anxiety-free.