Four Nespresso Pods in a Morning may be One Pod too Many.

The consequences of giving in to a new coffee addiction.

Photo by Laura Seidlitz on Unsplash

I received a Nespresso machine for my birthday this weekend and I think it has changed my life forever.

This is not a plug for the company, although the pods aren’t cheap, so Nespresso, if you’re reading…

I haven’t been this productive in a long time.  I mean, after cleaning out the fridge, making a three-course breakfast for my son, editing another piece on Medium all before showering, I think four Nespresso pods is my new formula for success. 

I zipped through my shower, never having shaved my legs faster, and leapt from the water to ensure I recorded all these nuggets of caffeine-fueled insight.

My paltry collection of small workout equipment doesn’t seem to be taunting me anymore from the corner of the living room. I think it’s cheering me on and after some core exercises, I am going to finally take that 6-mile walk I love but can’t seem to complete.

Of course, I’ve tucked a lot of things into the garage to be tended to on a rainy day, but it’s southern California and it rarely rains here.  But it’s perfect for a Nespresso day, which has finally arrived and the garage piles will be no more.

I even think I can manage the shaking.  I just have to stop what I’m doing at regular intervals to for some jumping jacks or a quick run around the backyard.  But I don’t mind.  Those are extra steps in my step counter.  Oh, I have to remember to hold my phone so I get an accurate recording.  Where is my phone?

It doesn’t matter that I have now run up and down the stairs a few times looking for my phone, all this energy.  And, I should probably get out of my towel and into clothes, but there is just so much to write and remember and do.

In a minute.  I am ready to get to all of those things in a minute after I take a quick break on the couch.  To really think through the day; map it out.

I’ll just put my feet up for a few breaths.  Breathing and being present is good.

And I’m halfway through The Wilds on Amazon and one episode won’t stop my momentum…two episodes can’t hurt. It’s my Christmas…break…after….all.

The weight of my eyelids is rather distracting and my heart doesn’t seem to be beating…in…my chest...as fervently as before…

Yes. A nap does sound lovely.

And then I’ll have some Nespresso.