The one thing that gets me through the week.
I wake up every morning and am a zombie until I go down stairs and get my coffee. I am still a zombie afterwards but I am less of one.
I used to hate coffee so much. The smell, the taste. Someone once spilled it on my binder and I had to spray it with perfume to mask the scent. I also couldn’t walk into Starbucks with out getting grossed out. I had tried coffee black and with sugar and couldn’t picture myself swallowing this everyday. Continue reading The Journey to Coffee