Alright, so today felt like one of those days. You know, emails piling up, the phone buzzing non-stop. Just needed a pause, a real one. Decided I’d make myself that “moment beverage” thing I’ve been thinking about. Not really a specific recipe, more like… just stopping to actually make and enjoy a drink properly.
First thing, I walked over to the kitchen. Ignored the mess on the counter for a bit. Just focused on the task. Grabbed the kettle. Felt the cool metal. Filled it with water – not too much, not too little. Listened to the gurgle as it filled up. Simple stuff, right? But I was actually paying attention for once.
Put the kettle on the base. Clicked the switch. Then the wait. Always feels longer when you’re watching it, doesn’t it? I just stood there. Didn’t check my phone. Just watched the little light on the kettle and listened to the hum getting louder. It’s funny how much noise a kettle makes when you actually listen.
Picking the Mug and Tea
While waiting, I opened the cupboard. So many mugs. Most chipped or stained. Grabbed my old reliable one. The one with the slightly faded print. Comforting, somehow. Then the tea drawer. It’s chaos in there. Boxes jammed together. Found a simple chamomile tea bag hiding at the back. Nothing fancy. Seemed right for the moment.
The kettle clicked off. That sudden silence. Poured the hot water over the tea bag in the mug. Watched the color start to spread out from the bag. Like a little cloud unfurling. Added a tiny splash of milk after it steeped for a few minutes. Stirred it slowly with a spoon. Clink, clink, clink. Didn’t rush it.
Then I just held the warm mug. Felt the heat seep into my hands. Found a quiet spot to sit for five minutes. Took a sip. It wasn’t magical. It was just warm tea. But the whole process… actually doing it step-by-step, paying attention… that was the thing. It cut through the noise in my head for a few minutes.
It sounds silly, maybe. Making a cup of tea. Big deal. But taking that moment, just for that simple task, kind of reset things. Didn’t solve the emails or the phone calls, obviously. But it made facing them again feel a little less like climbing a mountain. Just a simple drink, but making it deliberately felt… useful. Good practice, I reckon.
