This morning has followed my typical routine. I’ve had my two cups of coffee and a small bowl of yogurt. I got plenty of sleep last night. And generally, things are fine. But I want Uber-Fine! I want Rocket-Fuel-Fine! I want my third cup of coffee. [brief pause while I brew up a cup of decaf.]

But I’m not going to have my third cup and here’s why.

• My enthusiasm will become overpowering.
• I will miss nuance in most conversations since I’m planning rather than listening.
• I will shoot for the moon and be exhausted by noon.
• The warm fuzzies may become the cold jitters.

That does not prevent me from WANTING the third cup, but I see the benefit of staying feet-on-the-ground real and having decaf instead. [BTW: this decaf with a little organic coconut oil is delicious, and my body doesn’t know it’s 98% caff free.] I’m going to have to deal with the normal problems of a normal day with non-heroic energy and strength. The third glass (coffee or wine) is a reach for something other than what is real.

For me, coffee is more of a draw than wine because I often am hoping to fire up the creative juices rather than shut them down.

[read the rest of the story in The Third Glass –  Available Now on Amazon.]