French Pressed Life

This is my house-mate’s French Press, but I use it every day, I’m hooked. In order to get a great cup of coffee, there are steps that I willingly and gladly take. Hands down, there is no comparison between what emerges from the french press and a lesser cup brewed in a maker. By far, better than that ridiculous new little gadget that my friend, Josh, uses. (Josh, I know you know this…. deep down )  Recently, there has been a struggle between myself and the french press. Seemingly, I just want to press too quickly. Inevitably, I spew forth the brown, liquidy goodness all over the counter or worse… all over ME! Breathing, slowly breathing, helps me through the process. For the past two mornings, I’ve had a kickin’, almost perfect cuppa joe… and the key is: don’t rush, breathe, take it slowly, focus, enjoy the few minutes that I just get to stand there, still, and wait… That… is what gives the best results. Rushing just spews what could be good… all over the place, and frustrates the heck out of me… Life is the same way. If I want a great cup of coffee, it takes time… if I want the beauty to emerge… it takes time.