Let me be clear: I love to drink coffee. But when I began to suspect my 4PM coffee-pick-me-up habit was interfering with my ability to fall asleep when bedtime rolled around, I nixed it from my routine.
When I got serious about reading the ingredients of the food I was consuming, I took a closer look at what was in my morning cuppa joe.
As a kid, I was pretty sure I’d have one of those lives where everything turned out exactly as I’d planned and I’d be confident in all my doings. Here I am mid-forty-ish, and I realize I’m not really even sure what I want to be when I grow up. But I’m working on it. These are my musings about what I consider the most important aspects to the fine art of figuring it all out.