My Coffee Break

I made my usual latte earlier — my one-a-day ritual — and it ended up being the quiet centre of the afternoon. There’s something about that moment when the machine kicks in, the familiar sound, the warmth rising from the cup, that makes the day feel a bit more anchored. It’s not exciting, but it’s steady, and steady has its own kind of comfort.

I sat with it for a while, letting the house stay calm around me. No rush, no noise, just the simple act of holding a warm cup and letting the minutes slow down. It’s funny how something so small can give shape to a day. Not a big event, not a story worth shouting about — just a pause that feels like it belongs.

Life isn’t all fibro moments or dramatic turns. Most of it is these quiet, ordinary rituals that keep things grounded. And today, that latte was enough.