Monday morning, Kaffeine, Great Titchfield Street.
I must admit I used to rush around town, arriving just in time for meetings. Always looking at my watch, breaking into a quick step to get from A to B in time. Now I get the train thirty minutes before I need to. So when I arrive, I don’t have to rush. That means I don’t need to grab a takeaway coffee, I have time to sit and think and reflect and get fuelled up for the day and the week ahead. Giving rituals like the first coffee of the day the time it deserves. No rushing. It’s better that way.