I like coffee.  But I only allow myself to brew it on the weekends.

Sitting down with my cup of decaf coffee on weekend mid-mornings is my own little tradition I started several months ago.

Why?

Because I like routines, traditions if you will.

My coffee tradition is just about the only constant in my life these days and I think this is why I crave it so much.  My job is crazy.  I plan everything in pencil because I just don’t know if I’ll be able to stick to the schedule I plan for myself.

The knowledge that I really can’t plan my workdays like I used to when I was in the classroom is in itself a constant. I do, however, need an element in my life that doesn’t change.

Something I can put on my calendar in ink.

Something I can count on to never deviate.

Weekend java brews.

My tradition.

Nice.