The beauty of doing nothing is developing one’s own sense of time. You can’t rush into it. This takes time – lots of time.  Each day my morning ritual stretches into a few more minutes increasing its flexibility. Once I could get ready for the day and be on the road for work in 45 minutes. Now it takes me at least that time just to finish my first cup of tea.

Seemingly small decisions become well thought out and executed. The course for my day is set by carefully choosing between black, green, white or Oolong tea. It takes vigilance and dedication to heat the water to just before boiling. As the tea steeps, cognitive processes are set into motion. Is sweetener necessary? Should it be raw sugar, agave nectar or honey? If honey, then Tupelo, acacia, sourwood, clover or unfiltered? Maybe it’s just a basic black day. Once properly brewed and mixed, the first sip of warm, subtle flavors glides across the tongue and eases down the throat. It is going to be a good day.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Now what shall I have for breakfast? Before I know it, half the day is gone. Success and the perfect cup of tea.