I wasn’t always hooked on coffee. It wasn’t until later in life that I discovered the thrill of a hit of hot caffeine to get the brain juices going. For most of my life, I was more of a soft caffeine kind of gal. You know, a Dr. Pepper or a root beer poured over the rocks or straight up from the can. I’m not sure what got me started on the hot stuff, I’m thinking it was most likely the need to fit in, to be one of the cool kids… ok, the cool adults. To be able to smile and be part of the coffee bar group.

I never thought coffee would affect me much. I didn’t feel like it was making me act any different. I was wrong. It’s a sneaky little charmer. It sucks you in. A morning coffee hit becomes two hits. Once a day becomes two or three times a day. You’d think that after so many years, I’d develop a tolerance. Nope. I crave it. I need it. It’s my bean of choice.

I think I hide my coffee addiction well, but to be honest, I’m totally wired most of the time.