This weekend marked an anniversary of a life changing event in my life. In fact, one could say that my life is very, very different as a result of it.
2 years ago while on our annual Labor Day cabin trip I did something I had never done before. I finished a cup of coffee.
Sure, I had had a sip once or twice, hoping to like it like my friends… but I never really cared for it.
It began innocently enough. It kind of drew me in with its rich, sweet aroma. For years I’d enjoy the hint of the flavor… in mud pies or Frappuccino’s…even an occasional cappuccino. But I wasn’t quite ready to sell out and drink a cup of joe for breakfast on a regular occasion. Then I went to our annual Labor Day getaway. Which, in addition to being a house full of my closest life long friends and their chillin’, was also a house full of serious coffee drinkers.