So what's it all about anyway?
Confessions of the Caffeinated began (and continues to grow) as a one-stop-drop for all the semi-intelligible babble running through my head daily. Coming off the "dear diary" approach of LiveJournal, I wanted to create a little place to share tidbits from my life with friends, family and strangers (or if you prefer, new friends just waiting to be made).
While the original focus was more along the lines of photos and updates, it quickly became apparent that I was beginning to use my blogger template as a space to write out.
Whether rehashing the day's trials and tribulations, highlighting products and sales or contemplating crafts and parenting styles, it was clear that I had found my safe little nook in the big old web to have at it brainstorm style.
Several times in the past few years I've made honest attempts at reigning in the free-for-all with themes or daily/weekly postings or even divvying up the focus into different blogs. But you know what? It just doesn't work for me. I'd rather just take all "the stuff", toss it in one big bag and shake then separate all the pieces in nice orderly piles!
So I've finally come to terms with the cluster and the chaos and I welcome you to skim through and pick out the parts you like. This blog is sort of like my home, an eclectic assortment of all the things that stir my soul competing for space with all the necessities of my daily life and an ever-evolving place in which to comfortably set them down.
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Why "Confessions of the Caffeinated"?
All cards on the table? I am (and fully admit I might add!) without a doubt, entirely addicted to the nectar of the gods...coffee! My love affair began young, when a few stolen sips of the black brew awakened my taste-buds...not to mention my senses. Taking my cue from the way it was served at home, I drank it straight...bitter and black and wholly decadent. No dip in the shallow end mug of milk and sugar with a trace of the good stuff for this young lady.
By highschool I was head over heels enamored.
By college, completely dependent.
And by the time motherhood rolled around, long past the 7 year itch.
While the caffeine has of course it's own compulsive voice to beckon me with each morning...and afternoon...and evening...it's the ritual that soothes my soul. These days I use my coffee press, a birthday gift from one of my besties, and savour the time it takes to boil and swirl and steep. In what can feel like a life full of responsibilities to everyone else, this ritual is for me alone. So I take my time and relish in the slow silence...I sip slowly every first time and enjoy the myriad of flavours...relaxing and breathing and preparing...before the day bursts in on me with all its demands.
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