I find solace in my regimented morning and evening skincare dance. I make my bed right before I crawl into it just to feel like I earned it. I’m sure you have your own niche routines as well. Perhaps you leave each morning at the same time to have the parking spot of your choosing outside of yoga class. You could be in the camp of routinely pouring fizzy Diet Coke over ice, chilled by the purr of your afternoon pop settling in its newfound vessel.
Not that you asked, but no matter how much I love to wash my face with a new product or dress my bed with scalloped pillows, nothing clicks in my bones like the first bite of a warm, iced pastry washed down with the first sip of bittersweet iced coffee.
I was raised in a home of sweets–toasted Pop Tarts for breakfast, milk-saturated Oreos before bed, tart Fruit Roll-Ups I held to my tongue hoping the tattoo would turn out clear this time. Sweet is what my taste buds respond to, so it’s only right to have my adult way to satisfy my cravings. I recently noticed how important the first bite of a flakey, sugar-filled item followed by the first sip of coffee is to me while having Czech Stop cinnamon rolls and homemade cold brew with my mom on my routine, slow Saturday morning.
In silence, we heated our cinnamon treats just enough for the icing to shimmer and the dough to give. I filled glasses with ice, hazelnut syrup, cold brew, and enough milk to spiral through the cubes in a way that would cause me to hit “replay” if given the option. Mid-conversation, I found myself tasting, sipping, dancing, and repeating as long as my beverage would last (which is simply never long enough). I will choose to savor this routine as long as it fuels me, after all, routines last longer when they taste good.
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