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Please don't let me hit the ground.
Even though I'm trying to cut down caffeine, faced with folding laundry, I gave in and had a cup of coffee this afternoon. One. And I'm still feeling it. In a good way. It didn't take long for me to feel present and cheerful, and I got all the folding done and did the dishes and got some words out without feeling bad about doing so.
It's mildly disheartening to realize how habituated and accustomed to it I am, and it's also pretty helpful to remember that I've got something this helpful and useful and readily accessible and available. I'm still going to keep with the reduced intake to avoid total withdraw headache. And I'm not going to beat myself up for using it today.
It's mildly disheartening to realize how habituated and accustomed to it I am, and it's also pretty helpful to remember that I've got something this helpful and useful and readily accessible and available. I'm still going to keep with the reduced intake to avoid total withdraw headache. And I'm not going to beat myself up for using it today.