I had my first cup of tea at age 18.
It started out as a once in a while thing. My boyfriend at the time would brew me some cheap English breakfast type tea. He topped it off with a good dose of milk and a very bad dose of sugar.
Throughout the years I kept on having tea on the regular with him and occasionally by myself.
Although our relationship ultimately failed I remained a solid tea drinker. Only minus the milk and sugar.
I like my tea pure.
If you’re not a fan of tea or of reading about it, don’t worry, this post is not really about the hot beverage.
It only so happens that it’s one of my daily rituals. Tea is my companion. It’s there when I wake up. When I want something to drink with my mid-afternoon cookie habit.
Most importantly it’s there to soothe me when I’m trying and failing to write.
I talk a lot about dreams and reaching goals on this blog because I’m focused on mine.
Being a successful writer is what I dream about.
On some days, like today, when I’m tired and I need my tea even more than I usually do, I wonder how I will make it.
The truth is just like I didn’t become a tea drinker after my first cup of tea, I won’t become a writer by writing occasionally.
We become what we want to become by the actions we do everyday. Our little rituals.
So when my spirits are down and I don’t want to go on, I do this:
I drink tea and I remind myself I wasn’t always a tea drinker.
What are some of your little rituals?
What rituals would you like to start doing this year?
Let me know in the comments 🙂
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