Vietnamese coffeeSo yes, I am the person who will make Việtnamese coffee w/ a stainless steel straw, bought specifically for the occasion.

Because ritual rocks. Seriously: it offers us structure and space, time to sip a cold drink and pamper ourselves, as we would a loved one. A dear friend. Someone who needs a little extra attention.

And shouldn’t we be friends w/ our own sweet selves? Shouldn’t we (above all others) recognise how fragile we are, and  how much we need a little lovingkindness?

Hence tea. 🙂 And stainless steel straws ($5 for four @ Amazon!) for Việtnamese coffee. And fresh flowers just for ourselves. All the little things we do ‘for company.’ Like making Việtnamese coffee — not hard, just a bit time-consuming (and you do need an espresso maker…).

I’m just saying: be kind to yourselves, folks. If we don’t deserve it, who does? 🙂

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