girl math figured out why i’ve been feeling so low lately, and this might sound ridiculous at first, but hear me out: it was the coffee. i used to make coffee like a tiny barista. Italian espresso maker. warm the milk. froth it. little routine. very main character.

then my brain went “that’s too much effort” and i switched to sad office coffee. boiled water. coffee. cold milk. vibes: gone. and then suddenly everything was like… what’s the point of anything.

today i made it the old way again. and now i’m sitting here looking at this beautiful cup of coffee and somehow everything feels a little more manageable.

so here’s the thing: your brain is a liar. it will tell you that small nice things are “too much effort,” specifically when those nice things are for you.

because i would absolutely make coffee like this for a friend if they liked it that way. but doing it for myself started to feel unnecessary, like i wasn’t worth the extra step. and that’s kind of the trap, isn’t it.

sometimes loving yourself looks very small. warming the milk. using the nice cup. taking the extra five minutes. giving yourself the kind of care you’d give someone else without even thinking about it.

could be hormones. could be life. could be that i stopped giving myself hot milk foam like a FOOL. what’s the harm in trying. make your coffee the nice way. treat yourself gently. build yourself a daily life that feels a little softer to live in.

moral of the story: do the extra step. use the nice cup. romanticise your stupid little life before your brain replaces it with instant coffee and despair.